Mackneen_The Algerian Goldfinch


Someones might be asking  themselves, why  I am so persistent  in talking about something as futile as a little bird, to the point to be boring, after all it’s a pet, no too different from the common sparrows perching on trees around, and not so endangered, as other animals and, as matter of fact, as it is pretended to be.

Well, the Chardoneret Elegant_(Carduelis Carduelis) is a goldfinch; for whom it might be concerned by such a small bird living, in all the countries around the Mediterranean Sea, and a well praised pet,  by people sharing the same cultures, and having the same tastes, and affinities, although with some variants of rituals in forms, but all ending up to resemble all the same in front. Birds, and humans alike, had migrated from place to place,  since the beginning of humanity as well, and Live as it began existing on earth, in general, since the first flitting “thingy-anosor”. Obeying the natural instant of conservation proper to the species, they follow the channels of migrating to pertuate the kind. The similitude to human behavior is so natural and identical, although unconsciously, that the representation of the bird is retraced along the history of humanity. Sacred by religions, and as profane Art as well  since the grotto’s drawings, to Egyptians Hieroglyphs Ibis, Aztecs, Mayas , The Condor, Greek Icarius, and Indian, Chinese, and Japanese cultures, and mythologies; all the cultures carry in them the image of the bird, buried in their subconscious, Icarius, Isis, and so many others, in their dreams, with respect, worshiped , with fear and devotion.

The perpose of this long entry was to sense the importance and grave and alarming effects of Global warming, in fact it is depending on everyone’s responsibility of one’s own act; to preserve the most essential element for Life is Water, first. Times change, and the climat affect the life of every living being in any part of the world, caused by the human behevior and its outcome on the environment and the habitat, the smallest gesture  we do can influete on it, as all.


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I am an autodidact writer, and enough of an artist, to draw upon my imagination_I can't pretend here, to imitate Einstein's expression, nor to profess having enough knowledge of that sort, credit is, where credit is due, noblety obliged, nor to build equations, or quest forlost gravity, still, having this audacity to emitate Mr. Einstein one's expression is a crime of Lese-majeste, and to not being an imbued person, first, pardon my intrusive Introduction, but isn't it imitating someone, the same as, like of gardening and planting coliflowers? Maybe Orchids... Secondo, I just have borrowed his quote _"knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world ", for the pumps and circumstance, and just for the sake blogging, put it that way down to paper, and to fancy make an old dream of mine comes true, perhaps one day, and if time permitting, a would-be a writer and having enough ingredients for writing prose and possibly poetry _Thankful always to my reader for stopping by, and To all the followers: Thank you for following my blog, regularly, and by your likes on my posts, you're encouraging me each time, to persist and strive to do better for blogging than the sensational, and to take the risk to be boring sometimes ; please send me your feeds Thanks you again extra large for your patience _Modestly speaking: _Inspirational Dr. Seuss's quote: _“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And You are the one who’ll decide where to go.” ― Dr. Seuss

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