the males with white throat, black cap, yellow unders and wings, back and tail of greyish brown
The quieter plain coloured females yellow unders and mostly bluish gray
They are birds i do know of but do not see every day
They build an untidy cup grass nest on upright fork of branch of tree
Where the female lay her blotched cream eggs of two or three
Where trees are abundant they like to stay
Not flock birds or not plentiful of them one can say
Birds once seen and once heard one never again can get wrong
As the males have a beautiful whistling song
One might say of them they are strangers to bird fame
Golden whistlers for them does seem an apt name
Of Nature and her ways so little i can claim of to know
But my wonder of her only does seem to grow
And one can say of her that her secrets are not of the few
But every day of her we do learn something new
Apart from ornithologists golden whistlers are birds that are not that well known
But they are rather beautiful with ways of their own
Once seen and once heard you never again get them wrong
As the males have a distinctive whistling song.
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