Before any thing else, I would like to tell you a little more about the Chardoneret Parva, “El Mackneen”, if you want the goldfinch of Algeria, like always; and that is, as you already know, that thousands of species are disappearing everyday, because of pollution, savage urbanization, and for many other reasons, like natural disasters, climate change, and before that it becomes a rare bird, confined to only into a rare specimen in a zoo cage on display, or becoming a mythical one, like the Dodo, you know, the last of the Mohicans sort of, in birds species, so to speak.
So without over-do, there is still the social medias, like YouTube and Wikipedia, and so on to look in to if you want too, to know more about it.
Sometimes, we go by side by side of small things without paying attention to them. Then, sadly we discover that they are no more here, it is like there is no more of that sort of thing we use to buy on shelves, usually we find it on the same spot, then it’s either discontinued or simply gone; that is, what was so a familiar thing to us, then, suddenly it exists no more. I am not talking of things that became obsolete, because of advance of technologies. Neither nostalgia.
To talk about El Mackneen is like talking first about El Fahs, the land, and Nas El Fahs, the people living there in the country side, sort of like tribal. Because not only it is closely related to each other’s, to El Mackneen, the Goldfinch, with such an intimacy that it is not obvious to precept at first glance, for a person not versed in ornithology. Like say, an exotic fish taken from overseas afar then acclimated, and put into an aquarium in display, just for decor, like in a pet shop.
First , The Fahs, the flats land of the countryside of Algiers, Algeria where the gradient of Mount Bouzareah levels to form an agrarian stretches of lands which was namely–consider this_ “le Potager d’Alger“, the gardening backyard of France, back in to them times of the colonies. Then, at that evolved epoch, the countryside_gardens, orchards and forests, with rivulets, culverts and the like, constituted the natural habitat of the chardoneret, the famous Maknine – el Kaddous, was known only among aficionados, the found people of birds breeding. Like the aficionados, the passionate people of bull-fighting, in Spain, or else.
Back on stage, to our subject. In springtime, and during the weekends, it was then in the costumes and habits of the city-dwellers to go together there, for picnics in the meadows, and or to pay a visit to remote families member in the neighborhood, or to pay tribute to a former family member resting in a cemetery in the vicinity over there. Also, the luxuriant forest of 384 hectares that surrounds the dwindling, sheltered the annual scouts jamborees coming far from all around the cities and the world, the old Metropolitan, Paris, and beyond. That is, here is a few to say about the relationship between the man and the respect of environment in those golden times, a wonder that only stick to my mind, now and then.
Second, and but unfortunately, the disastrous use sulfates fertilizers, the savage urbanization, concrete and asphalt road mapping , and an eternal working project of independent constructors, and private properties, that took over the greenery, destroying au passage the landscape, then where enormous sewerage canonizations took places over the rivulets, and watercourses, and what hasted to disappear, the specific plants and seeds foods, and shrubbery that form the precarious natural habitat of the birds, and with it, many other small things that made the charm and attractive distinction of Algiers suburbs, in Algeria. With the all nights summer weddings in backyards, and gardens, with famous Chaabi singers orchestras, jasmines, Bougainvillea, wisteria and musk-flowers, floating smells in the air.
Such, such, were the joys, but this is an another story…