The Olive Backed Oriole

The olive backed oriole has a distinct song You hear him once you ought not get him wrong His notes don't vary much from day to day And flute like are the little tunes he play. With streaked grey breast and upper parts light green In forest foliage not quite easily seen But the song tell of where the bird might be Perhaps on outer branch of higher tree. I see them in the wood on Selby hill The female carried lichen in her bill Material for her nest it would appear On slender outer branch and somewhere near. They migrate through Australia up and down And their eggs cream coloured spotted lightish brown And they journey north when southern winds blow cold And they eat fruit and large insects I've been told. They come to Selby wood in latter Spring And all through the day you hear them lilt and sing And in their cup shaped nest on outer branch of tree They lay their eggs and raise their family.