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ephemeral beauty and raucous joy

12/2/2014

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Tui. (Pronounced too-ee)

One of my favourite birds.,  Handsome - their magical feathers which in most lights seem dull are full of all the magic of a peacock's colours without the showiness.

Playful, skilful flyers it is hard to say what makes them so special but it is possibly for me their voice; the magical sound of home. 

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Swooping at this time of year from flower to flower, their nectar seeking beaks covered in pollen the air covered in their joyous bellicose raucousness.  On a sugar rush from the nectar perhaps they swoop and dive and whirr overhead in ways that can startle the bejesus out of me if I am daydreaming.

They have dialects apparently.  Tuis from where I live sound different to  tuis in other parts of the country.  They speak in dialects.  Dialects of joy.  They learn to mimic other birds and humans (I have even heard one ring like a telephone)  They are alive to the world they live in.

Can you imagine what the world would be like if humans played and sang their own song at the top of their voice and flew wildly - dancing with the sweetness of fresh nectar coursing through their blood.  Allowing their beauty to be just an incidental part of themselves, not something they strove for or obsessed over.  If they sought out that which nourished them and were alive with the joy of it all.  Can you imagine?

Today I saw a Tui on the road.  Dead, feathers glinting in the sun, ruffled slightly by the breeze.

I had to stop.  There was no way I could leave that beauty there to get ground into the tarseal.  I have gloves in the glovebox so I can move roadkill (to help stop the Kahu or hawk getting hit) and so I turned around, donned my gloves and lifted that beauty off the road. 

It was still soft in my hands.  But gone.  Already that exuberant heart had stopped beating.  I imagined it's misjudged swoop across the road and into the path of an unwilling car.

I sent a message to its soul and carried the beautiful shell of it home with me.  Willow and I laid it to rest near the flax that it loves so much.  But before I did I took these photos... revel in the beauty with me.  It is all so very fleeting.  And all the more glorious because revelling in it while it is here makes it more real, more generously shared and more powerful.

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Shamsi
12/2/2014 05:41:02 am

Beautiful share Jane. Yes, singing their songs, at the top of their voices ...well, this Tui is joining in her Song with you from afar, and always so near at the same time. <3

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jane
12/2/2014 05:49:29 am

I hear you singing your song Shamsi and it heartens me <3

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campbell
12/2/2014 09:34:11 am

Love this Jane, there is so much Spirit left in remains. Thank you for blessing and seeing it. So few people see this, grateful for your share.

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jane cunningham
12/2/2014 09:56:35 am

Thank you Campbell... you know often I don't stop. Sometimes I don't see sometimes I am too busy... I am not claiming to be a good person for doing this and I want to really stand in the place of knowing there were many times I have driven past other birds... were they less worthy because they were not beautiful tui? Maybe I thought so - I don't know. What I do know is that it was an honour to hold that beauty in my hands <3 thank you for honouring that spirit with me.

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sorrow
12/2/2014 10:27:06 am

There is something about the sacred that speaks through winged beings.
I bow to it's still heart and shimmering wings, bless you for the sharing and caring...

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jane cunningham
12/2/2014 10:37:20 am

<3 thank you Sorrow. We only have native birds, bats, insects and lizards here. Winged ones are supreme in this land... they really are a treasure.

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