Twit twitter get out of bed, twit, a bird sing soft. Cheer cheer cheerryy, another cry in a voice slather-up with honey and cream. A small plane buzzing like a super-size bee over we house. Traffic roaring over the ocean sound.
Me eyes fly open, sunlight clear like white-gold wine sparkling on, around me, my goodness what time is it? Plip plip, bare feet on cold wood floor, plip towards clock, oh my gosh, is 7, I oversleep.
Kraw kraw karouw a flock of parrots laugh raucous, karouw karouw. Heaven knows what mischief they been up to, snitching fruits, carousing at dawn.
Kiss-kiss-ka-dee, them kiskadee birds sing, come kiss this life, come kiss this life.
Almost every morning, if the rain ain't fall, this is me wake-up call. Sometimes I hear only them grumbles in me head. But some mornings like this morning I hear the song.
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The early bird catches the worm.
A bird in one's hand is better than two birds in the bush.
Birds of a feather flock together.
I miss those kissadees and the 6 o'clock bees. Do you hear them where you live?
I mean the bee.
What a lovely way to be woken up. We still have a couple of months before the dawn chorus starts, I look forward to it.
That sounds so much better than the beating rain and howling wind we have had recently.
: )
i'm an early riser too!
That's why you're 'sempre primavera', Ale :-)
:) 2 U 2, R2K.
That wind seems to be all over Europe, Sablonneuse.
Davem, I always think of winter as 'hush'...absolutely no sound, am I right?
Hello CG, welcome to Guyana :-) That 6 o' clock bee, there used to be one around here long ago. It's a sound I associate more with the countryside though, late afternoon, gold sun, coconut trees, smoke from burning leaves. I think the 6 o' clock bee is actually a cicada.
Bonjour Louis. Bonjour joie de vivre, not tristesse [not sure about spelling].
I love the way you write.
Hi GG. I just love the bird songs I wake up to here in Georgetown. Far better than the alarm clock! I have enjoyed it for the past few months. My sojourn in Guyana is now over and I will be returning to England shortly. I shall truly miss the bird melodies and the rest of your beautiful country. Luckily, I have your lovely blog to keep me connected to life in Guyana!
Regards!
Just made it: be the first one to have sent a comment on one of your posts.
This spelling of yours is perfect.
Such exotic birds you must have. Are the parrots colourful? I managed a bit of gardening in between gales and hailstones and a bird was singing in a bus over my head and try as I might I could not see it until finally it jumped at my feet and it was. Guess!
A fat robin who thinks he owns the gardem and my job is to dig up worms.
We are keeping the gales away from you as promised.
birdsongs and sunlight like white-gold wine........ahhh, gg! it doesn't get better.
here it's cold, and foggy, house shut tight against the cold, no bird songs penetrate.
What a lovely way to wake up. I can't imagine seeing even one parrot in the wild, much less a flock.
Hi Guyana Gyal,
It sounds like a lovely way to wake up-the birds I mean-not the occasional grumbling in your head (I wake up with too much head-grumbling). :-) I like your use of onomatopoeia-'Plip plip, bare feet on cold wood floor, plip towards clock' I also really like this line 'Kiss-kiss-ka-dee, them kiskadee birds sing, come kiss this life, come kiss this life.'-Very poetic!
A while back you helped me out with one of my blogging questionnaires-mind lending a hand again (and any other commenters here are also welcome too)?
For those who love to blog,
I have just written a short questionnaire asking bloggers ‘‘How do YOU get people to come and visit YOUR blog?’ at this post: http://www.blogspoke.com/page/blogspoke?entry=how_do_you_get_people
The first survey I did got some interesting responses from both popular and amateur bloggers alike. Come and check this one out. If relating to others or growing your site traffic is a priority; or if you feel lonely because you haven’t received much attention in your blogging career-you might just find out something worthwhile! I could definitely use some of your advice/opinions/thoughts/feelings on the matter to enrich my own blogging experience.
Loving the Blogosphere,
Jesse S. Somer
I miss waking up in the Amazon...
Dearest GG I would SOOOO gladly trade my alarm clock for that!!!
Oh yeah, what a way to wake up! I'm very envious!
GG - thank you for this! It was the first time I have ever been able to "feel" Guyana, despite having imagined it from an early age.
I could even smell the morning sunlight, and hear the roundness of tropical birdsong.
Mum used to talk about the kiskadees, and maybe one day I will hear them for real.
The last time I woke up to a rooster crowing was during my stay in Florida and it was the best thing I heard in years. I remember sitting in my bed relishing that sound. Reminded me so much of home. I miss Florida. By the way, during the 70 degree weekend blitz a few weeks ago, I saw a group of parrots flying overhead in a V formation. In New York. In January. Such a beautiful thing to behold.
Lovely writing, lovely sentiment.
Hello, hello, hello everyone, sorry to be missing in blog-action. Good morning, bon jour, buenas dias and...sigh...I have to go to the tax office to learn more about VAT.
I will be by soon, you won't believe how much I've heard and done these past few days :-)
Jesse, I will do a bit more later...
Oh stop it GG!! Just what I need as the sleet falls outside and I try to defrost my toes. January in the dark north is bd enough missus.
I've got birds that say, "get-your-arse-in-gear" And "where's-the-the-flippin'-nuts" Apprentice
GG...Winter is a bit of a hush and a quiet time certainly with the birdlife. No point in them singing as they are not ready to mate and start nesting. But they soon will be as February is on its way and Blackbirds will be one of the first to start singing.
Hush is wonderful Davem...in a certain place called Kato in the interior of Guyana, the silence is total. Beautiful.
Apprentice, tee hee hee hee.
Hee.
African Queen, welcome to my Guyana. I hope you liked it here despite the...well, all the odd other things :-)
And thanks Quick, and thanks Zinnia.
Pat, the parrots are green with yellow heads, white rings around their eyes. Cheeky things and rude. The mackaws are colourful.
GG, this is beautiful! Very nice poetry. This reminds me of the Al Jarreau song, "Morning." It makes me happy. :)
G,
I am refreshed just reading this post.
xx
What a beautiful image GG sounds just like paradise :-)
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