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Your very own birds perching on Bales of Hay.
Get them while you still can!
Mr Nutter from Speke
"I just can't get enuff of these perching birds.They're giving them away. I live by Speke Airport. I don't know why they call it Speke cos it don't say a word!"
The poem below is dedicated to a wonderful Finch called Sandy whose perching days are over.
Perching Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the branch,
Prevent the dog from barking with a start.
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the seed, let the birdies come.
Let aeroplanes circle droaning home,
Scribbling on the sky the message He is flown,
Put dickiebows round the necks of the public doves,
Let traffic police make shadow birds with black cotton gloves.
He flew North, to South, to East and West,
He flew for a week then had a rest,
Flew by noon, by night, and sang a song,
I thought that he'd flap forever: 'I was wrong'
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one;
Pack up the trees and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
SANDY R.I.P
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This Perch has all the elements of the classic textbook perch.
Claws fixed and clasped.
Gaze to the sides as eyes on side of head.
Ready to sh*te oneself and fly off when startled.
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Percher's of the World Unite!
We just can't get enough perching!
I met a percher from a far off land who said two vast and trunkless claws of stone stand on the branch!
From Ozybirdius by Birdy Bysche Shelley
Squawcks from fellow perchers are always more than welcome!
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