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…

The Exquisite Duet: the Canary and the Goldfinch


Courtesy to JMWWBlog

The-duetquisite Duet (formerly Exquisite Quartet) is not so much a composition between two writers, but rather something created within the murky midlands of each author’s mind, yet set off by the same first sentence. Meg Tuite chooses two writers each month and gives them a first sentence to start with and a 250-word limit to finish an exquisitely mesmerizing story or poem. These duet-dueling writers will craft two completely different cosmos that have rotated, pitched, and blasted from the depths of their cerebral cortex to the twitching nerve endings of their digits onto dueling keyboards and separate screens until their sublime duet is prepared to see the light of an audience.

At first,  when I read the paragraph above, from JMWWBLOG, it came in my mind, to  talk about a duet,  an opera singer, and a songwriter or poet, singing together, in a duo on stage, like Pavarrotti, Andrea Bocelli, then it’s too common, I thought that a duo singing for fundraising, or for some cause or another. Then, it strikes me to the core of the morrow, we I heard a mullet, the bird gender of  the canary and the goldfinch couple  singing. In a split second, I put me back on track  in the gist of the matter.

Certainly not, that’s the canary bird is endangered for now_ but, for instance, and as most of the rare species; It is. Just by paying a little attention to today’s news, you will be surprised by the multitude and simultaneity of some weird phenomenons happening, now and then; whales that came to die on sea shores periodically, in Australia, thousands of birds found fallen from the sky, frozen dead, in America, and so on. What I would like to say, here, in aparte, besides, that the canary has been praised since the belle epoch of Des Annees-Folles_Coco Chanel, the caged bird, and cigarettes pipes, which accessories were synonym of a certain elegance. Modestly, on another register, and few latitudes under, nonetheless, the Goldfinch was devoted in to the same etiquette of elegance and esthetics.

Put it together; few decades later, by accident, dame nature, certainly , and Man ingeniously, successes in breeding different species that gave a mullet, a gender that alleys beauty and elegance with a unique chant that mingle both of the two birds singing, alternatively in crescendo. Then, the enjoyment for the new pet grown up with time, and so the demand went along, to the point that the goldfinch male bird became vulnerable and more endangered. Period

Save the Algerian Goldfinch” El Mackneen”

Hello there, few more days, and spring is here!
“So what!  is it insane to mule about ? 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 constrictor 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”, a goldfinch in cages, just in Algiers, the Capital of Algeria only to cite it as an example, besides the rest of cities in the country. So, imagine that’s actually exist one bird per a cage in a house, then if we count per habitat, then we do the Math, 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 damn cage,  and just do it!  just like that: and baby fly, yes baby, fly!

I saw in YouTube a video of some teens  freeing a couple of goldfinch from  cage. Provided that someone stumble upon my blog and by chance had read my post in the past, or by instinct,  took action just like that, it makes my day and I am happy.

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

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