#Chalk-browed mockingbird

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[2154/11079] Chalk-browed mockingbird - Mimus saturninus

Order: Passeriformes Suborder: Passeri Superfamily: Muscicapoidea Family: Mimidae Genus: Mimus (typical mockingbirds)

Photo credit: Amed Hernández via Macaulay Library

#birds #Chalk-browed mockingbird #Passeriformes #Passeri #Muscicapoidea #Mimidae #Mimus #birds a to z #undescribed

[birdirectory]

chalk-browed mockingbird (Mimus saturninus) by Diogo S. Goncalves

#mimus saturninus #sabiá-do-campo #chalk-browed mockingbird #animal #bird #flower #young #upload

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The song may be compared to that of the Sedge warbler, but is more powerful; some harsh notes and some very high ones, being mingled with a pleasant warbling.

"Journal of Researches into the Natural History and Geology of the Countries Visited During the Voyage of H.M.S. Beagle Round the World, 1832-36" - Charles Darwin

#book quote #the voyage of the beagle #charles darwin #nonfiction #mockingbird #mimus orpheus #mimus saturninus #chalk browed mockingbird #calandria #song #birdsong #sedge warbler #acrocephalus #powerful #harsh notes #high notes #pleasant #warbling

[fatbirdpics]

Although it’s rather buff, I’m guessing this is a chalk-browed mockingbird covered in dust (which the estancia had plenty of, for the horses).

#estancia el ombu de areco #argentina #wildlife #birdphotography #nature #photography #birb #birdblr #pajaros #original photo

[unmellowyellowfellow]

rewrite comparison!

as promised, here is a little comparison between the way I used to tell the story, to how I am switching gears. This is part of the introduction! Chalk Mountain is my baby, and I hope you enjoy! <3

snippet under the cut!

CM: DRAFT 1 -- INTRODUCTION // OLD DOC

    The Stephensville marketplace parking lot held a very odd feeling in the morning. The weeds that grew in the parking lot sway in the hot wind and the Texas sunset rose over the security cameras on the roof, mockingbirds tweeted in the old dead trees that decorated the lot.     Dixie's old charming olive-green car was the only one in the parking lot. Sat in the driver’s seat, she had the A/C on blast, and old George Strait music muffled by the air conditioning. She licked her fingers and flicked through the Atlas. To be honest, she couldn’t read maps worth a damn, but she had gotten this far with only some error, so she figured she must have done something right. Dixie could recall reading about Chalk Mountain around 9 years ago on this day. Someone claimed a meteorite crashed, but a bunch of officials declared it a hoax or something. Her father would mock the man in the papers. “How can’t you tell the difference between a rock and a space meteor!” He would scoff. She shook the memory off her shoulders and dragged her dirty fingernail down Highway 67 until she found Chalk Mountain, circled in red crayon. It didn’t look to be too far from where she was, which was a relief. She wasn’t sure how much longer her car could take the Texas heat. Dixie began the 20-mile drive to her next stop. Although many articles say it’s a ghost town, long abandoned, she’d hoped they were just being dramatic and that she could find a place to live in this old desert town. Even if she was the only one there besides a coyote, she wouldn’t mind that too much at all.

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CM: NEW DRAFT -- INTRODUCTION // NEW DOC

The red sand of the west Texas desert gets into every nook and cranny of life around these parts. The texture is rough, yet soft; and leaves a stain on your Sunday best that sticks to ya like a honeybee to a marigold. It sneaks underneath your fingernails and hides in the corners, just out of reach. I suppose that may not be a problem for some folks. Some like the orange tint to their white button shirts, or the wind blowing in an excuse to call into work on a Wednesday to go get evening coffee and pie with your aunt down the street, or the way it sounds against the windows may resemble the gentle patter of rain against the sill.  Dixie quite liked the color of the sand, although she called it the red dirt. Her fluffy hair greatly resembled the red dirt below her porch steps that she left her stained boots on when she came home from trekking downtown. She sat down next to her boots and flicked a lighter, watching the flame dance.  She thought of her mother with a furrowed brow and a professional skill to ignore her father when he shouted inside the house about this and that. She missed her brother who ran away from home when they were children, who always had her back when their father would lash out back then. Dixie always wondered, and secretly hoped, that they were out there together somewhere.  Right as Dixie lit up an old roach that she had found in the dirty pockets of her overalls, her lungs burned from the deep inhale as her father came out the door. “Dixie,” “Yes, Walter,” The smoke trailed through her words. “What the hell‘re you doing?” He stepped over to her and looked at the spot next to her on the step. She responded in a single nod and scooted away from him to let him sit. “Drugs,” Dixie offered the cherry towards him and he scoffed. 

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[patricianicoloso]

Sabiá-do-campo/Chalk-browed Mockingbird 

Mimus saturninus

#asavesqueeuencontro #As Aves que eu encontro #Patrícia Nicoloso #patricianicoloso #passaros #passaro #Santa Maria #Rio Grande do Sul #brasil #brazil #Birdwatching #birding #bird #birds #fotografias #fotografia #fotos #foto #photographer #photograph #photos #photography #photo #aves #ave #Animais #animals #animal

[everydayilearnmore]

Chalk-browed mockingbird + Mary !

[thatscarletflycatcher]

@fictionadventurer's post today about the imagery of the suitors in Lily Between Worlds -specifically the warrior- made me think of this poem (originally in Spanish) by Santos Inzaurralde, about a tree, the Scutia Buxifolia, a common native species:

Tough Wood, Coronilla

(Prologue to Coronilla)

It takes work for you to burn, but, once you catch fire, you don't die out; I just stir the cinders, and lit up like a firefly, you move your wings. In turn, the kindling burns immediately; just a breath and it turns flame, the crackling flame of a minute, that barely gives heat, even less so embers. Sitting by the fire I'm thinking, how much like twins are, wood and soul; there's souls that give of themselves without wearing out, and there's those that without giving, get worn out fast. How often is one deceived by the appearance of so much bright kindling, that in a few minutes dazzles you, but shortly afterwards, there's nothing left.

Coronilla

How alike we are, Coronilla, both born on the back of a hill range, rooting down, like a reaching hand, to anchor the soul between the stones! We don't give ourselves out in flowers, instead, we give shelter in the storm; we don't give fruit either, and yet, a passionflower that can, will wrap around us. The thorns we show, only have the harsh appearance of wild surliness; the only one that gets hurt by them is the one that attempts to enter our heart, but by force; or to tear from us a nest, because a nest never dies alone, and always takes with it the song it was incubating, to give it a beak in Spring. We are in the woods the strongest, almost blood the wood inside; which if it burns ember by night, it will still be bright as a star by midday. We don't wear out in smoke, and yet, if the wood has to burn, it will burn! They may burn the body but never the soul, because the soul, that is root, lives in the stone. Here, in the city, I am a stranger; I miss in anguish my home, and try, on the asphalt, to give shade, the fraternal shade that man carries with him. And even as it pains the soul to feel the distance, and even as it feels the bleeding absence of the blue cardinal and the chalk-browed mockingbird, the claveles del aire and the carquejas; the flying ember of the scarlet flycatcher, the chilca, the romerillo, and the marcela, I don't let go of my ember because even alone, a single coronilla, makes a hill range. How alike we are, Coronilla; born on the back of a hill range, and rooting down, like a reaching hand, to anchor the soul between the stones!

Here you can hear it sung by folk singer Santiago Chalar:

#poetry #coronilla #santiago chalar #fictionadventurer #Youtube

[celestial-feather]

Quiz: https://uquiz.com/quiz/iss4fK/what-animal-form-would-your-daemon-take

Mockingbird 

Your daemon would take the form of a mockingbird! You are a clever and adaptable individual who is very emotionally expressive. More so than others with perching bird daemons, those with mockingbirds hide inner vulnerabilities beneath a go-getter attitude. They can be stubborn and have a mastery over words and social situations. When deciding on your daemon's appearance, consider your mockingbird's coloring and species. Typically the more bright a daemon's plumage, the more flamboyant and intense the individual. A duller-colored mockingbird such as the chalk-browed mockingbird may indicate someone more introverted and private, while a brighter-colored mockingbird like the tropical mockingbird may indicate someone more outspoken and sociable.

#dash games #quiz

[natysadventureblog]

#chalk-browed mockingbird #mockingbird #birds #South America #Brazil #IOP

[gracefree]

Chalk Browed Mockingbird by djlparent99

#IFTTT #500px #The Pantanal #Brazil #Fazenda Santa Tereza #Neotropic Photo Tours #Mockingbird #Chalk Browe

[stamp-it-to-me]

two 1962 Argentine stamps depicting a chalk-browed mockingbird and a Chilean swallow

#stamps #postal stamps #postage stamps #stampcollection #collector #ephemera #snail mail #argentina #birds #animals #these are from a series called ''pro childhood'' and im not sure what that means lol #mod fave

[juneru]

Chalk-browed Mockingbird and Yellow Ipê 🌼 Gotta love these ‘angery’ birbs

#Illustration #mockingbird #digital art #flower #bird #yellow #birb #artists on tumblr #juneru

[omglssoctworld]

Chalk-browed Mockingbird (Mimus saturninus) by MarciaPBessa

#IFTTT #500px #Bird #Nature #Animal #Brazil #Sabiá-do-campo #Birdwatching #Chalk-browed Mockingbird #(Mimus

[fatbirdpics]

Definitely comfortable calling this one a chalk-browed mockingbird, and based on the speckles, a late juvenile! It's noticeably lighter than the other one I saw, so I guess it’s not had a chance to get dirty (or fat) yet.

#argentina #buenos aires #wildlife #nature #birdphotography #birdwatching #birdblr #pajaros #original photo

[thoughtfullycrispygoatee]

http://goo.gl/plM6ud Chalk-browed Mockingbird (Mimus saturninus) 635/5000 It measures between 23.5 and 26 centimeters in length and weighs between 55 and 73 grams. They are omnivores, they feed mainly on invertebrates and fruits. The nest is built roughly with dry twigs, grass and cotton, shallow bowl-shaped on trees or shrubs and in certain places on the large abandoned nests of other birds. It presents a series of behaviors, many of them little understood, perhaps by the difficulty to apply a very common method of research, that is the one of ringing. Walk through the enclosed fields or parks and vacant lots of cities usually in flocks, which can have up to 13 members. by MarciaPBessa

#Bird #Nature #Animal #Brazil #Sabiá-do-campo #Birdwatching #Chalk-browed Mockingbird #(Mimus saturninus) #ww