Day 116 - 7:31am, 26 April 2019
Someone at work shares National Geographic's Webby-winning data visualisation of where migrating birds go. There is not just an interactive map, but has lots of other elements too, including buttons that you can press to hear the calls of the migrating birds. One of the buttons is for an innocuous little bird called Magnolia Warbler. Someone else comments that the name puts them in mind of a middle-aged Australian opera singer. I disagree, the thing that strikes me most about the name is how unrelated it is to the bird. You would be hard pushed to find a patch of magnolia on it, its chest is a bright yellow over which it looks as if an overturned black paint can has been spilled from its neck.
The next songbird I encounter is one from my youth. As a late birthday treat, I go to see Eddi Reader at the Festival Theatre. She has a fantastic voice. As she trills "Find My Love" it takes me back to my teenage years when it seemed she voiced the leaden fears that lined my heart and made me wonder whether there would ever be anyone who thought and felt like me. But I found my Perfect, it just took time.
There's a poem in that somewhere.
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