On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me …

four Colly birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Yes you did read that correctly.  Colly, not calling.  The original and correct word. 

So what is a Colly bird?  Its a blackbird of course.  Our common friendly European blackbird. Colly meant as black as coal.  Colliery, coal, colly, see…?  And why did the Americans or Ozzies change the word to Calling bird? No idea!

So what can we say about our blackbird?  Other than that they hav one of the most beautiful songs in the world, they love worms, and they are just darn cute.  In some countries they still eat them, but not here.


About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
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One Response to On the fourth day of Christmas my true love sent to me …

  1. Reblogged this on from Brolly Babe to Wildlife Conservationist … and commented:

    I spent the first three months of 2015 at Sylvan Heights Bird Park, North Carolina. Included in their vast collection of exotic birds, was our dear old Blackbird.

    Seeing them in captivity, as a part of a collection was quite odd. Absurd even. To me. But to Americans they are foreign birds! When visitors from other continents visit our zoos in Europe, I presume they must experience absurdities also. Seeing animals that we think of as exotic, but that they see every day back home.

    The captive male Blackbird does sing. So I say that any visitor that is lucky enough to hear him should appreciate his beauty.


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