Category Archives: Inigo’s Poetry

Wind Would Call Flight

Inigo wrote a poem this evening.


If I could get a harness on him without risking a finger, I would take him outside and let him fly around, as he seems to be dropping a big hint here. Then again, he never gets up much before 10:00 a.m., even though I’m usually up around 8:00-8:30.

And the last line? Well, those never make sense to me, but ’tis not mine to figure the mind of a bird.

(Poem created with the Bird Lover Magnetic Poetry Kit using words Inigo the Nanday picked out. I hold him in front of my refrigerator and he taps or grabs them with his beak.)

Blue Feeder

Inigo_profileThanks for stopping by! I used to have another blog, and all the entries dated before this one come from there. They’re about a year old, but I wanted to have something up so you can get a sense of what will be here. Right now it’s a lot of online magnetic poetry because that stuff is timeless and the old blog discussed news and events that are no longer current, but there will also be “bloggy” entries, prose chronicling the weird, funny, or interesting stuff of life, or maybe a deep thought or two. I’m not sure if I’m going to stick with this layout or the background image for the desktop view, but I’m on a purple and turquoise kick and didn’t want to delay the launch any further, so here we are.

Did you know Inigo the Nanday writes poetry? Six years ago I went to the National Aviary in Pittsburgh and picked up the Bird Lover Magnetic Poetry Kit, which is currently arranged on my refrigerator by parts of speech (nouns, verbs, adjectives, etc.). I hold Inigo in front of the words and he taps or grabs them with his beak, and then I arrange them so they make sense. Sometimes he is very assertive and definitive in his selection and practically yanks a word right off the refrigerator. Other times he gently pulls on a word or just touches his beak to it, like, “Hmmm, maybe this would work, not sure.”

Here is his latest, from today:


I assume he’s referring to himself when he chooses “peep,” and I try to keep the pairs or trios of words he selects in the order he picked them out, especially if they make grammatical sense. Just, you know, he’s a bird, so expect his poems to make more sense to his fellow avians than to people.

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Peeping Inigo


Sometimes I wheel Inigo the Nanday into the eat-in part of the kitchen when I have a lot of work to do. I have sliding glass doors that open out onto a small balcony, and he gets some sunshine and entertainment as he looks out. He often takes baths in his water bowl when he’s in the kitchen, too. But I wonder if he has a crush on a bird out there, as the poem above is his latest. I haven’t seen any Orioles around, but maybe he sees a bird out there he likes.

At any rate, no “mimic” in his selections this time, although this is the second time he has chosen “peep.”

And I’m not letting him borrow my binoculars.

(Poem created with the Bird Lover Magnetic Poetry Kit using words Inigo picked out.)