The Nightingale is
predominantly brown with a few slight grey areas, a white-grey throat and pale
underparts with a grey tinge to them. The wings and tail are light brown
in colouration with no distinct markings. It is a shy and secretive bird
and it is best recognised by its remarkable song.
The Nightingale is a summer visitor, arriving in the UK in April and leaving in September. It breeds in south east England, mainly south of the Severn-Wash line, and nests in dense scrub and woodland from where the males sing their famously beautiful melodies throughout the day and at night. The Nightingale has long-standing literary and musical cultural connotations and depictions (see here and here).
My home county of Essex provides several reliable locations to hear and hopefully see this fast declining species, most notably EWT Fingringhoe Wick, EWT Abberton Reservoir, EWT Wrabness and Danbury Common.
This year, 2022, has provided many Nightingale memories.
Firstly, it has been my best year ever for sightings of this bird which can be exceptionally challenging to see. I normally hear and see Nightingales at EWT Abberton Reservoir but this year, I had the amazing experience of up to 8 singing males on an early morning visit and a dusk visit to Danbury Common .... see here and here .... and ....
Secondly, the Nightingale is the national bird of Ukraine and it features prominently in Ukrainian culture, including in the poem “A Cherry Orchard by the House” by Taras Shevchenko (1814 – 1861). One legend tells how Nightingales once only lived in India when one Nightingale visited Ukraine. Hearing sad songs from the people, the Nightingale sang its song to cheer them up. The people responded with happy songs and, since then, Nightingales have visited Ukraine every spring to hear Ukrainian songs. National poet Taras Shevchenko observed that "even the memory of the Nightingale's song makes man happy". Timely and appropriate given the immense problems and challenges faced by Ukraine and its people.
George Maynard - “The Birds in the Spring”
One Spring morning early I chanced for to rove,
I sit myself down by the side of a grove,
And there did I hear the sweet nightingales sing.
You never heard so sweet, you never heard so sweet,
You never heard so sweet as the birds in the spring.
All on the cold ground I sit myself down
And the voice of the nightingale re-echoes all round.
Hark, hark how she warbles her notes, I'll declare,
No music, no songster, no music, no songster,
No music, no songster could with them compare.
Come all that are here these birds for to hear,
I pray you pay attention and quickly draw near.
And when you grow old you will have it to sing,
You've heard so sweet, you've heard so sweet,
You've heard so sweet as the nightingales sing.
💚🦆 🦉🦋🐝🦊🦡🌼 🌳💚
Stay safe, stay well, stay strong, stay connected with nature
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