Monday October 29th 2018Tim
description of an Ovenbird describes it as "walking with
a herky-jerky wandering stroll." Not sure what that is.
So basically it's the insidious Beast of the Forest that
is nationalism, the rather pointless yet pleasantly
absorbing frustration of wide curves for a Karoo class
locomotive, or Ovenbirds. If you're interested the
Ovenbird earns it's name from its nest, which some might
insist looks like a Dutch Oven. The nest is woven with a
top part, the entrance is covered with leaves to hide
eggs, no resemblance in the least to a Dutch Oven. My
own view, the description of the Ovenbird's walk are the
words of a loving and dear heart. The bird's name, on
the other hand is very far from apt.
language titles the Ovenbird as the Crowned Warbler.
When it comes to English titles for Warblers, there are
a great many different kinds of Crowned Warblers, Grey
Crowned, Orange Crowned, Golden Crowned and it goes on
and on. At the same time Warblers are both difficult to
catch a good glimpse of and once glimpsed usually harder
to tell apart. The Spanish gives an Ovenbird the title
Hornet Warbler, and here I'm afraid with its wide little
shiny black eyes, a delightfully speckled breast, a
chipper and kind of reclusive attitude it's very
difficult to think of an Ovenbird as Hornet anything.
Not to labor the point, but if it sounds a little like a
House Wren, if it has a herky-jerky wandering stroll,
whether it lowers the flag to half mast or not, it's an