Thursday, March 10, 2016

Language and Chickadees

Mind you, your all round jolly good chap has some radical views on language. There's a report of a bird called a Black Tit in more easterly places that Japanese observers have decided uses syntax in his chattering to other birds of his own kind. It's an oh-ah moment for some, the more open minded might yawn a little but more interesting the Black Tit is closely related to our very own Chickadee who in the Spring traditionally spend a couple of weeks debating the merits of a territory nearer rather than further from the domicile. Then in the Fall the Chickadee elders herd the clan toward the domicile so that younger Chickadees might see their future, tremble a little and leave the nest.

For a long time I have been hoping a Chickadee might find suitable nesting near the front Porch. In history there's been a Chickadee nest in one of The Artist's  woven forms placed in a Washington Hawthorn within view of barn windows. Last year there was a Chickadee nest behind Saint Teresa near the Compost Piles. The other thing about a Chickadee is that he or she doesn't actually use much syntax when nesting, and even though I spent happy hours in the company of the Compost Piles last year I didn't notice the Saint Teresa Chickadee nest, probably no more than three yards from my nose, until long after the hard work had been done. For those who might be interested Language, is of course a property of matter. Everything uses it.

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