Venezuelan Troupial (draw a bird day)
loud and clear
whistles penetrate far–
inside a dry tropical forest,
a bird sings perched upon a cactus–
under a clear sky, sun relentless–
orange, black, wings flash white when aerial–
kin to the oriole–
troupial
The Venezuelan Troupial is the national bird of Venezuela. Besides that country, it is found in Columbia and on some Caribbean islands. A relative to the oriole, its feathers stick out unevenly, often making it look ruffled. The troupial like to perch on high visible places to sing. They eat insects, fruit, and small birds and eggs.
Native to coastal desert scrub and thorn forests, they prefer arid lands, although they have proven quite adaptable to other ecosystems. Who knew there were cactii in Venezuela? Above is a photo from Mochima National Park.
The Venezuelan Troupial is a nest pirate, often poaching nests and driving off the original residents when they can’t find a suitable abandoned one to adapt to their own needs. They are not considered endangered, though some of their habitats are, and they are also captured to be sold as cage birds.
I had a lot of trouble focusing to work this week, and was not wholly satisfied with any of my drawings, but I do think the cactus one captures the personality of this bird fairly well. I keep reminding myself of the drawings of Matisse, who was always rearranging his lines, and letting the errant ones remain to show where he had been.
My poem, for Colleen’s #tastetherainbow Tanka Tuesday challenge is in the Trois-par-Huit form, which you can read about here.
Lovely bird…thanks for the introduction ๐
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It is. Thanks Lynn.
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Enjoy your birds. Like the commentary about focusing. Good way to learn I think.
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Thanks Neil. Yes we do learn through mistakes.
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It’s a beautiful bird, and an interesting poetic form.
I saw a Baltimore Oriole a couple of weeks ago. It was in a tree that had matching orange colored flowers.
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I like that image. My daughter saw an oriole in the tree outside her bedroom window 3 residences ago. She also saw an owl there. Magic tree!
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Wow! That is a magic tree!
I’m not sure I’ve seen an oriole before. I heard an unusual song, and I put on my bird ID app that said it was a Baltimore oriole. Then I looked up in the tree and spotted it.
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I used to seem them when I was a child, but it’s been a long time.
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This is a lovely poem, Kerfe, presented in a style I do not know. Thanks for the fascinating pictures and information.
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Thanks Robbie. Colleen’s prompts often encourage me to try new forms. This is a new one for me also.
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The imagery in your words is beautiful and vivid, and of course your art as well. An oriole?๐ง. sounds delicious.
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Thanks Jude. It does sound like oreo, doesn’t it?
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I love your poem, Kerfe, and the introduction to this beautiful bird. ๐
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Thanks Yvette. This form worked well for describing a bird. And I always like learning about the birds I draw.
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Sweet drawings. Here’s another take on the Matisse idea: https://www.japan-talk.com/jt/new/japanese-aesthetic-of-flawed-beauty
And so we create, even though. โค๏ธ
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Thanks Bela. We are definitely too focused on perfection. “Process not product” as my daughters’ kindergarten teacher used to say.
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What fabulous advice from a kindergarten teacher! ๐
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She was great.
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How lovely, this bird art. Thank you.
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Thanks Selma.
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The imaginary is awesome, Marta and your poem too.
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Kerfe, the troupial looks to be an interesting bird. I’ve been watching for a Baltimore oriole, but haven’t seen one yet. I always love your poetic bird offerings. โค
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Thanks Colleen. I hear lots of birds I never see. I hear flickers all the time, but haven’t seen one in years.
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You hear the echoes of birds from the pastโฆ now thatโs special and very poetic. Do you paint from sounds? What I mean, does the sound put an image in your mind to paint?
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I don’t paint from sounds. I think I work very concretely, image to image. Although my poetry is not that way at all.
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The troupialโs character in the drawing with the cactus really does shine through! It is an interesting name too; feels debonair and flamboyant and roguish somehow. ๐
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You’re right! The name does set the tone for the personality. (K)
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Your bird drawings are beautuiful. I believe you have captured it very well. …and the poem as well.
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Thanks Dwight. BTW if you want to see my dVerse poems, look for Kerfe on Mr. Linky. Sometimes I post them here, but usually it’s on my other blog, Kblog.
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Thank you for letting me know. I will check then out!
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Beautiful drawings, Kerfe. I’m glad these birds aren’t endangered, but it does seem unkind to cage them. Lovely poem.
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Thanks Diana–I thought exactly the same thing. I don’t like to see any birds in cages.
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What a wonderful poem. I especially like these lines:
a bird sings perched upon a cactusโ
under a clear sky, sun relentless
— something about the rhythm of the second and its connect back to the line before. “Sun relentless.” Relentless is a marvelous word. The poem made me realize.
The birds are lovingly drawn, each with unique personality. The first and third are energetic. It seems like they might move at any moment. That’s a fine quality in the still art of drawing.
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