April 25, 2012

Wynken, Blynken and Nod

We ventured out of the house several days ago and returned with a cardboard box containing three yellow fluffy chicks. They were so adorable, we cuddled all the way home!

 

When I snapped the picture they were actually still, but then they all moved so it became an action photo. Chicks are quite busy little things!
We have named them Wynken, Blynken and Nod after the delightful poem by Eugene Field. It has always been a favorite poem of mine. I had it memorized in its entirety when I was very young. I had to look it up now to post here though.

  Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night

    Sailed off in a wooden shoe--
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
    Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
    The old moon asked of the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
                  Said Wynken,
                  Blynken,
                  And Nod.


The old moon laughed and sang a song,
    As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
    Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
    That lived in that beautiful sea--
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish--
    Never afeard are we!"
    So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
                  Wynken,
                  Blynken,
                  And Nod.


All night long their nets they threw
   To the stars in the twinkling foam---
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
   Bringing the fishermen home;
'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
   As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
   Of sailing that beautiful sea---
   But I shall name you the fishermen three:
                     Wynken,
                     Blynken,
                     And Nod.


Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
   And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
   Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
   Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
   As you rock in the misty sea,
   Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
                     Wynken,
                     Blynken,
                     And Nod.


We took the chicks out for a bit of sunshine and they seemed to like perching on our little metal air-ship!

 
so it appears the names suit.

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