Birds Is Smart
Posted: Wed May 13, 2020 12:19 pm
From the Middle English poem, "The Owl and the Nightingale":
"The other year a Falcon bred
And left his nest, or turned his head,
And up you stole, as still as a pin,
And let an egg of yours roll in.
Before too long the eggs all hatched
And out of the shells new babies scratched.
The Falcon brought his children meat
And watched the nest, and watched them eat;
And on one side, it came to him,
One of the birds had fouled the rim.
The Falcon was cross with whoever did it
And loudly yawked, and fiercely chid it:
'Which of you messed? By all that sings,
It's not your nature to do such things!
It's an act too foul for beast or man;
Tell me who did it, whoever can!'
Then up spoke one, then another:
'In truth, it was our own dear brother,
That one there, with the head on it;
Alas that he's not shed of it!
Throw him out with the you-know-what
And may that huge head crack like a nut!'
The Falcon believed them and felt no doubt,
And he threw that baby Owl out.
He heaved it out with all his heart,
And the Crow and the Magpie tore it apart.
From which same fable we may draw
A very interesting saw:
Just as it came about with the rude
Young Owl, one born of an ugly brood,
No matter where he may rise or pass,
Sooner or later he'll show his class;
However high his social peg,
We'll know he came from an addled egg.
And the apple that rolls from its parent limb
To lie with apples unlike him,
However far he may have come,
We know pretty well which tree he's from."
"The other year a Falcon bred
And left his nest, or turned his head,
And up you stole, as still as a pin,
And let an egg of yours roll in.
Before too long the eggs all hatched
And out of the shells new babies scratched.
The Falcon brought his children meat
And watched the nest, and watched them eat;
And on one side, it came to him,
One of the birds had fouled the rim.
The Falcon was cross with whoever did it
And loudly yawked, and fiercely chid it:
'Which of you messed? By all that sings,
It's not your nature to do such things!
It's an act too foul for beast or man;
Tell me who did it, whoever can!'
Then up spoke one, then another:
'In truth, it was our own dear brother,
That one there, with the head on it;
Alas that he's not shed of it!
Throw him out with the you-know-what
And may that huge head crack like a nut!'
The Falcon believed them and felt no doubt,
And he threw that baby Owl out.
He heaved it out with all his heart,
And the Crow and the Magpie tore it apart.
From which same fable we may draw
A very interesting saw:
Just as it came about with the rude
Young Owl, one born of an ugly brood,
No matter where he may rise or pass,
Sooner or later he'll show his class;
However high his social peg,
We'll know he came from an addled egg.
And the apple that rolls from its parent limb
To lie with apples unlike him,
However far he may have come,
We know pretty well which tree he's from."