These are two of the dozen or so goldfinches who are hanging around my sunflower seed feeder.
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The View From The Northern Wall
Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.
About Me
- christopher
- Oregon City, Oregon
- Mechanical designer for industry, now retired, once a Bay Area Hippie, went undercover in 1972, I've been writing poetry for years. Contact: 3topper45@gmail.com
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Lesser Goldfinchii, no doubt. American Goldfinches are all yellow, and Lawrence's Goldfinches have a distinct black forehead.
ReplyDeleteI've yet to see the all-yellow variety. Lawrence's I saw in southern California.
Pics are fun, huh?
I have cruddy phone lines and no speed in them so no, they are not that fun.
ReplyDeleteYes, lesser. But the yellow is really bright sometimes. Don't know where the house finches went. I count an even dozen all crowded in sometimes at the feeder.
She's sitting there chirping to him, "I said I wanted to go to San Diego and you said, 'Noooo, Portland is soooo much nicer.'"
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