Save the Algerian goldfinch!

In #RememberanceDayforLostSpecies  I dedicated this blog, some 5 years, in an attempt to bring to attention of readers in Algeria in particular, where the Algerian Goldfinch is endangered.
I launched an SOS , like a message in a bottle into the sea:

Save the Algerian goldfinch!

The Goldfinch, https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carel_Fabritius

Witness
When you write, who is watching you?
It’s true, that for a poet, he has his own muse, Erato, a musician his own muse it’s Melpomene, but Calliope, the muse for a writer, she never shows up when he needs her the most, she is whimsical at times. So we are always fascinated, in our quest, by the blanc of a page, waiting for the moment when inspiration strikes, and we forget to look around, to things that we treasures for the longest, they are witnesses of our moments in life, or some we lost, that is_

“Somewhere, those poor things must still be knocking about”__Constantine Cavafy

It has been in the traditions of  to many countries, and their cultures as well , for the longest as we can go back in to the past, in the history of literature, in humanities, we find that people has an intimated affection for the goldfinch, in particular, either through the religious interpretation of icons, in Arts, like in Christianity, referring to biblical scriptures, or for the profane, in the folklore, and artisanal arts and crafts,   in poetry, and in writing prose.

I had a photo of a pet, a Bird, The Goldfinch, that I took while I was in Algiers, I framed it and put it on top of a corner of the TV furniture, just facing me, on the spot, usually where I use to sit to write. It had a sad look, it seemed like, it wanted to tell me something, like bagging me, for a plea, each time I look at it.
I couldn’t bring a caged bird with me, on board the airplane, 5 years ago, when I returned home because, simply it’s insane, for, imagine having a cage bird inside the cabine, or put in the belly of the plane with the luggage, for 10 to 14 hours, it’ll be dead at the arrival. Secondo, not only its prohibited and a protected species, but with all hustle of authorised documents, and vaccines, and with the flu bird, forget it. I resigned one’s mind and gave the bird as a souvenir from me to cousin, then.

So I gave up after that on the breeding thing. And the very idea to have a pet bird.

I get inspired by two WordPress prompts, “Witness, and Last Call! commenting Boot camp.”
Here, with the same post below, that I posted 4 years ago, it was my fist blog, the story is:
It all started, more or less, like this_

Dear readers, يا اللاحبا ب ، و ىا لولاد ,       
Chers amis , l'heure est grave, time is running out,         
El_Mackeen, The Goldfinch, the Elegant Chardoneret Parva est en voie de disparition,         
the bird is endangered, and in its way of disappearance, do you know that?       
Dear friends in Algeria , let's  do it, let's make it happens!       
Let's make the first day of spring un event, let it be the day of  El Mackneen

At first glance, five years ago, it’s looked like gibberish, for anyone who has stumbled upon my blog, accidentally, or in purpose, he got there by chance, looking for some kind of, a matter of inspiration, he might said, “what is this!”, and passed on in a click, to the next blog.
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Mackneen Day|Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.

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Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate. In Algiers, Algeria in particular…Thanks for the great idea!

                                                   _DailyPrompt

Bird by bird, by Anne Lamott

"Thirty years ago, my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report on birds written that he'd had three months to write. It was due the next day. We were out at our family cabin in Bolinas, and he was at the kitchen table close to tears, surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened books on birds, immobilized by the hugeness of the task ahead. Then my father sat down beside him, put his arm around my  brother's shoulder, and said, 'Bird by bird, buddy.  Just take it bird by bird.'"

http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/2015/12/gabriel-garcia-marquez-one-hundred-years-of-solitude-history?src=longreads&mc_cid=8bcca4b585&mc_eid=82b128761f#1

“Outside, it was the 1960s, the pre-America modern history…”

I was browsing the new look of Daily Prompt, when I stumbled upon the prompt: invent a holiday, which I  had skipped earlier, at the moment when it was issued. In fact, the whole blogging stuff I was doing since 3 years;  it was  all about, and  around  the mean idea: which is, how to convince people, and make them adhere to that idea: The making of the first day of Spring, a Mackeen’s Day_ like The Earth’s Day, The Tree’s Day, and all the same as there is so many others Day’s to celebrate year around;  it is a so vain, and simplistic idea, at the same time, then am I so credulous to that point, to be naïve  to believe in such a dream. A symbol, utopia, a sogrenue as  point of view. The 21st of Marsh, First day of Spring, or the 19th which is tha day of the cease-fire, and the proclamation of independence of Algeria; the choice is yours…

So, let me explain it, little by little, first;  “bird by bird”: _I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings_Maya Angelou

_El Macknenn, The Algerian Goldfinch _ The Chardonneret Parva, if you prefer, it used to be the companion of my childhood, also was the musing pet of the Algerian songwriter, “El Baji,”who wrote the song– “El Mackneen-Ezzine”– (Oh, Beautiful Goldfinch,) in prison; it was in the late 50s, during the time of war, when Algeria was a French colony.

It is considered as A hymn to Freedom, sort of, this is, for the anecdotal.                 At that time, there was a saying; and by analogy to it: “Sing, oh my canary, Sing!” that the Paras– the French soldiers of that times– who used to say it to the prisoner and singer, during the interrogatory  process, to let him talk about, see _The Battle of Algiers, a Celebre film as a reference.

_The purpose of the blog: it touched my feelings when I saw the scene; at the beginnings, when I returned home to Algiers, Algeria,  some 3 or 4 years ago. I went  to the village named Oued-Roumane, to visit my parent, it is a  little town  in the country side of Algiers, at a throw stone from the capital, which country side exists no more today, or what remains of it by now,  is no bigger than  a patch of greenery on the map, in the heart of what was to be known as a large greenery band, the banlieue of Algiers of olden, the Green Belt; The Fahss, whence in time of the French Colonies, where colonies settlers had estates, wast farms, and mansions, sides by sides, to the native people’s small lots of terrains.

It was a spot on the map, at the outskirts of the Capital, in the last century, where the urban dwellers who used it as a getaway where they went in villigiatures, and for picnics, then. And now, the landscape is transformed in to highways, and in to urban buildings,  and sumptuous villas; it is the price or what we call it, the toll to be pay for; Modernism obliged. But, then where the stockings hurt the feet is;  the  environmental habitat, Kadouss _ a small bourgade, hidden between a luscious , and exuberant greenery is the home of  the species_ El Mackeen, the Goldfinch. Furthermore,  it  constituted its natural habitat, since there were so  many watercourses, and the preferred kind of  seeds, the  food for the bird, that especially existed only in this area. The dark side of it is, the  sewer canalization  of new cities, replaced  the watercourses, besides the voracious  asphalt tarn that covered the roads and had eaten each inch of grass, au passage.

Then, the birding, breeding and all the pet stuff business  had, by the end, finished the job, when  everything taken over,  in the late decades_snobbishness is contagious  per se,  to the ridiculous point that the species becomes endangered, and by the fact that everyone in the community, suddenly is  in a want of  a goldfinch, as a pet in a cage…Coco Chanel, its First Class A. Then emitting people  it’s  a way of life, No comment…

Chaabi,The Algerian Blues An hour of delight

This was touching,  the story of El Bahri El Baji–180 lbs of Poetry, and a piece wisdom, that It’s to hard to translate in to words, but just to listen to it. I’ll do my best to translate the interview soon, I promise…

S’katt, or the molting of the Algerian Goldfinch, El_Mackkneen

One thing to be aware of it _ now, like the flu season is here, that is, the molting that occurs in the breeding cycle of the goldfinch, which is called the S’katt in Algeria by the aficionados of the bird breeding of the Chardonneret bird, in French, the name of  a Goldfinch.
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Les Amis Du Chardoneret Parva d’Alger, “Makneen” Best friends

No, it’s not a joke, it’s too early for an April fool, dauh! Even though, Spring is here, and it is breeding time for El Makneen, the Algerian Goldfinch like for billions of birds on earth. But, because It is the beloved pet in Algeria, imagine million of Makneen, each one put in a cage. Pour Les Amis du maknine d’Alger, for the heck of it, please get some guts, and free the lit’le dude.

Sahitoou Ouled el Houma, salut!

Save the Algerian Goldfinch! Sauvons le chardoneret Parva! اياو نحمي مقنين الزين

The Goldfinch|http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/10/31/daily-prompt-6/
Initially, that was my first blog and my calling:
One more day, and spring will be here.

“Arabieya”, Spring-Time, is a song of El haj, the Master of Chaâbi, the Algerian blues genre usually amplified the street air of Algiers from the radio, with El Mackneen,  another song of Dahmane El Harrachi, the author of “Ya Rayah” the song that is spread worldwide today, Farid El Atrach, “waddi-Errabieÿh

One more day, and spring is here. “Ar’bayia”, the chaabi song of El haj El Anka, and El Mackneen ezzine of El Badji, that he wrote in prison, that El haj El Ankiss sang with virtuoso, hymn for Freedom
there is no best way to celebrate Spring than to make tha first day of Spring, the Day of El Makneen in Algeria. عيد المقنين Mars 21. A dream make lt true

you name it, French, English, Arabs, and whatever. This is, a tradition, a way to celebrate the coming of the spring that goes back to the days of olden, when people took their time to live, and appreciate the moment. Perhaps it is proper to Mediterranean people temperament; whom are more encline to enjoy the year-long sunny days, or perhaps. it is due to the clime of thought that I have in this moment, just as it cross my mind. My preferred ones  among those was “El Rab’beia “_The Spring, it was one of the latest Chaâbi song of El haj El Anka, at that time, and El Makneen_the Goldfinch _Ezzine of El Badji, which he wrote in prison, and that El haj El Ankiss sang with virtuoso, a hymn to Freedom. All those three are Algerian artists. Like in Europe, and some countries around the world, they celebrate the solstice of Summer with music, I thought there is no best way to celebrate Spring than the making as the first day of Spring, the Day of El Mackneen in Algeria. عيد المقنين  Marsh, 21st. or it is just a dream to make lt thru, never mind
Then back to reality:
Faut pas rever!  wake up. C’est pas  de l’ utopia, get some guts , open the d… cage and free the lit’le dude, while listening, to “Erb’yia”, or whatever  pleased you.

Happy day

For Les Amis de Mackneen, The Algerian Goldfinch Blog

—Once in a while—
SOMETHING
AMAZING
Comes Along…
___….AND HERE IT IS!…___

Voila!

_Spring is here, Brooklyn is blooming.

Happy, but a lit’le upset, I would  be glad, and more if I had an Algerian Goldfinch “Makneen”, my pet caged bird, then I would put some music Chaabi, a Blues genre, open the window, have a cup of Algerian green tea mint, and just sit, and write.

My Aim, five years ago, it was an invitation to the people of Algiers for a plea,  a petition to make this day –the 21st of March– the Mackneen Day, an Emblem of Algiers City, the capital of Algeria, since it is a symbol of Freedom, for the Liberation of Algeria from the French colonization of the country during 132 years of occupation. The plea was in homage  to El Baji, who wrote the lyrics, and sung it for the first time, the El Ankis, another Algerian singer,  Dahmane El Harachi, El Hachemi, and all the other masters of Algerian Chaabi Music, a Blues genre,  whom they sung_ El Mackneen, afterward, the Chardonneret, or if you like, the Goldfinch.

It didn’t work all this time , so I persisted in blogging about small things, peculiar to the subject, like the environment in wich the bird is living, the anarchic breeding, the people who bird breed , and the disaster that the urbanization caused, the housing projects, pollution, and all these factors that concurred to endangered the very existence of the Goldfinch, because it is the first thing obvious and an alarming fact, that it became hard to find in nature, and I was brooding around as much as I can to acknowledge people about it, but, it was not in vain.

Dear Reader, guess what!

It’s amazing! Today, I have a five years Anniversary blogging with WordPress.com, and a congratulation reward. An  achievement, finally my blog got a name,” Mackneen,The Algerian Goldfinch

_ a “Name; though it seem a superficial and outward matter, yet it carrieth much impression and enchantment.”__ Francis Bacon

It’s a  consolation, about  the stats of the whole period of blogging, it’s a meager score: 2000 hits, 200 likes, and 100 followers, but I got comments, from writers, poets, photographers, and very nice people from all around the world.

Still I have a year to go untill the next Spring! Inch’ Allah, Isn’t it?

_You hold My achievements on your hands,

so please, don’t forget to click on the Like button, before you leave the page; it’s for a good cause, and a noble ideal: the protection of endangered species, among others, like the Goldfinch, and many others poor little things that still, they are knocking about

Have a nice day

Save the Algerian Goldfinch” El Mackneen”

Few more days, and spring is here!
“So what!  is it essential to fuzz about that? to have put it in a cage? it’s my pet!” you may said that, it’s your right, and I totally agree with you. You can even have an alligator, or a boa constractor with free shipping delivered directly to your door. So, are you ready to set him free, the little dude? not the alligator, I mean the Goldfinch? you do? do you know that there is more than a hundred thousand birds “Mackneen_godlfinch in cages, just in Algiers, the Capital, only to cite it as example, besides the rest of cities in  the country. For, imagine that it actually exists one bird in a cage in a home, if we count per habitat, if we do the maths, provided that just as  it is existential for you to be free, and leave free, think about “it”, so be the first, get some guts open the d*** cage,  and do it!  just like that: and baby fly, yes baby, fly

Sahitou Ouled El Houma, save the Goldfinch, sauvons El Macknine ezzine

voila  deja un an passe pour le premier post que j’ai ecris, sans trop reflechir, hello word, je l’ai publie, puis il est passe aux oubliettes, due a l’interrupt of my space service, apres migration to WordPress, faute de temps. Puis soudain le declic, at first  glance, when i spot a photo of  an “pique-mouche” en voie de disparition, a l’autre bout du monde in Asia, tout de suite, j’ai pense a el maqnine, le chadoneret algerien, and pure coincidence, come le printemp est la…

le 21 Mars, jour du Maknine, liberons le “p’tit oiZeau” qu’il aille faire so nid chez nous…khir melli eyerouh yahrag hat houa, oune achiou gaa haraag! n’est-ce pas?