Yesterday was Edward Lear’s birthday. We know him as a wily manufacturer of nonsense verse, of course, but he had a very fine eye for the birds. He was, in fact, one of the great ornithological artists:


"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
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