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It is time, once again, to put long-suffering 10,000 Birds readers through the exquisite torture that is one of my posts in doggerel.  This time my maniacal muse has inspired me to versify what is perhaps the most vile substance that birders have come into contact with; the mud on the East Pond of Jamaica [...]

When I try to write prose about the disaster in the Gulf of Mexico I invariably end up typing lots of four-letter words as the only way to express my deepening rage.  So, rather than inflict “filth flarn flarn filth” upon you, dear reader, I have decided to torment you with doggerel.  Enjoy, if you [...]

Yes, it is time once again for the bad rhymes and horrific meter of a birding adventure described in verse. To set the stage I will say that Charlie flew in last Friday night and had to be back to his hotel to get ready to fly back to England by mid-afternoon on Saturday. This [...]

It’s been awhile since I last decided to write about a birding excursion in verse so I figured it was about time. The Gulper See, the destination versified here, is a large lake and nature preserve about an hour-and-a-half’s drive northwest of Berlin. I decided to visit the Gulper See on Jochen‘s advice and I [...]

Why not put a birding adventure into verse? And at the end of this doggerel look for a link to Will’s new blog (I’d put it here but then you wouldn’t read the poem). What an odd April without warmth of spring, I miss the sun and the birds that do sing. It’s so true [...]