Alphabe Thursday …. U is for Uirapura
O canto do uirapura
e mais do que um poema
Tanto que sensibiliza
o próprio ecossistema
embevecido diante
do som de beleza extrema
I am not sure how this translates but thinking it be begins
The song of the Uirapuru (is a bird?), is more than a poem
So much so that it sensitizes the ecosystem itself
enraptured before the extreme beauty of sound
I was born and grew up in the countryside but enjoy life and living in a large town, The sounds of a bird is not enjoyed too much over the sounds of urbanisation. My friends laugh when I grumble that birds wake me in the morning and have little knowledge beyond being able to distinguish between a robin and a blackbird. While my husband enthuses over the various tits on the bird table I am bemused. Nonetheless, I can truly understand that the song of a bird surpasses any sounds a human might add to nature.
Coat Hanger Doll's House 
Exactely Nela!! It is a bird that live in Amazon jungle!! 🙂
Lucky you that you wake up to bird sounds
Sad that I grumble so!! 🙂
This afternoon at the lunch table, the Husband and I were commenting on the multiple baby bird peeps outside the window. I thought it was strange that babies were being born late in the year. The Husband said that maybe they were just tiny birds. And, then we thought of his once-upon-a-time college roommate who opened up his window and shouted at a bird to be quiet so he could sleep. lol
The View from the Top of the Ladder
Birds a such interesting feathered friends. We have so many that fly about. My friend who live sin the mountains says she can not remember a year in the past where the hummingbirds were still hanging around her house into October. She was busy preparing more sweet nectar for them. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for your kind comments xx