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  • Noon, Wednesday, 12 September 2012
    My God. An incredibly beautiful apparition. A big bird, about one and one-third feet long, with a blue so exquisite, it’s out of this world, with dark tail feathers. Its head seemed to be another colour, rust-brown.
    It flew from Grandmother’s orchard to Angeline’s orchard. My heart stopped to gasp at the sight. Glory be to God on High.
    I can’t thank the ruby-red hummingbird enough for calling me out. Here it calls again. I’ve gotta go.


    Sullivan, merci beacoup! Your joie de vivre has inspired the posting of the above journal entry. Which led to some rudimentary research on blue birds. You will like this Hawk-cool blue seen in Tawau, my moulting place. Harry Keith the Conservator of Forests (WWII - POW together with his family, author Agnes Newton Keith and preschooler George) probably knew many different kinds of birds; he recuperated in Canada which they returned to permanently to retire.

    Photo: Mt Kinabalu on Scientific American
    I was thinking of the mountain and the valiant men on the Death March from Sandakan to Ranau, situated at the foothills of Mt Kinabalu. And then I saw the blue bird.


    Dreaming
    2:22 published: Dec 01, 2007 by Jeremiah Jones, Lisztonian
    Robert Schumann
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