Apricot

And it's a typical Adelaide January summer morning Being very hot and the temperature is forecast to be 40 degrees So this means we're unable to go into the national parks Because of a risk of bush fires but we still want to go birding Where do we go? Well, we've decided we'll go down to a flora reserve near Victor Harbor The Nangawooka Flora Reserve And this small reserve has gum trees with lots of native shrubs Most importantly it has a pond with a bird heard opposite So, this is a great birding opportunity To get close views of our local birds as they come in to drink Jam, oh what a beautiful morning Chickens still yawning, perilous peregrine falcon is squawking Yellowish green is my calling, parakeets sing and I'm fallen Terribly head over Clarks, in a feathery shawl, I need therapy options Damn, check out that plumage Look how she's blooming, her scent is like cumin Birdy's got nuclear weapons like Truman Huh, I gotta say that's a goldfinch, from the head down to the toes, shit Resting face says she's a cold bitch, then spreads her wings and illuminates Word, word, truly peculiar face Suited for soaring above Andalusian plains and it's beautiful lakes Almost suspected Peruvian jay at a distance Chick is ridiculous more like princess Attacking my senses, relentless Birdie sure knows how to make a big entrance This one pelican swallows her fishes with arrogant elegance Surface is delicate feminine, masking the mountains of skeletons Tropical specimen Knows how to ride on that wind, knows how she's hypnotizing She's in the market again, richly intoxicating, flapping those wings Birdwatching Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up Birdwatching Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up Birdwatching Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up Birdwatching Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up Damn, them tail feathers pop like a blue dot on a peacock Make an ostrich wanna fly Cuckoo when I clock how she move through the sky Leave a gooseberry pie on the porch (smooth) Making moves on a great tit Through with the voodoo, back to the basics Homeboy, get the quail lit Roast that turkey like it's Thanksgiving Day, kid I spot a crimson rosella, check out that feather Sparkling eyes interstellar Right next to that wood nymph, cinnamon blended canella Tele-novella, birdie got drama for days Still might have to take that flight to the bay 'til the morning breaks Like a migrant common crane Over idle morning plains I get around, 'round, I'm 'bout that ornithology Yup, you know what them old folks say Two in the hand is worth at least three in the hay Birdwatching Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up Birdwatching Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up Birdwatching Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up Birdwatching Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up, count it Rack 'em up Birdwatching And we know this is a field for scientists and technicians The people who have learned to control and manufacture Coating and coloring agents Printing inks, varnishes, lacers, dyes, finishes, and textile colorings To help beautify everything around us Wherever the eye falls And to make that beauty permanent