Those strange-looking birds in the church window

Those strange-looking birds in the church window

A hoopoe • Photo by Hans Veth on Unsplash

Originally published 17 July 1995

In the parish church of the vil­lage of Sel­borne, Eng­land, is a three-pan­eled stained-glass win­dow depict­ing “St. Fran­cis Preach­ing to the Birds.”

Look­ing at a col­or slide of the win­dow, I can count 60 or so species of birds, all the species men­tioned by Gilbert White in his The Nat­ur­al His­to­ry of Sel­borne, pub­lished in 1789.

White was curate of Sel­borne, and he lived in a beau­ti­ful house across the vil­lage green from the church. His lit­tle vol­ume is one of the ear­li­est exam­ples of nature writ­ing. It remains in print today as an Oxford World’s Classic.

The bird-filled win­dow was placed in Sel­borne’s parish church to com­mem­o­rate the nat­u­ral­ist’s influ­ence and achieve­ments. Indeed, the entire vil­lage has been care­ful­ly pre­served as a memo­r­i­al to White; to go there today is to step 200 years back in time.

It is easy to iden­ti­fy many of the birds atten­dant upon St. Fran­cis; they are sim­i­lar or iden­ti­cal to Amer­i­can species. Here, for exam­ple, are the heron, wood­cock, mal­lard, barn owl, star­ling, swift, mar­tin, and wren.

Here too are species that are dif­fer­ent from our own. Perched upon St. Fran­cis’ fin­ger is the Euro­pean robin, a small­er, more win­some bird than the Amer­i­can robin, shar­ing only a red breast with its namesake.

When I was a child, I was puz­zled by the Eng­lish rhyme “Who killed cock robin.” The stol­id Amer­i­can robin seemed an unlike­ly vic­tim of a spar­row (the per­pe­tra­tor, with bow and arrow). It was only when I crossed the Atlantic and saw the adorable spar­row-sized Euro­pean robin that the crime excit­ed the appro­pri­ate sympathy.

The cock robin rhyme is per­haps of medieval ori­gin. It first appeared in print in the nurs­ery book The Pret­ty Songs of Tom­my Thumb, pub­lished in Lon­don in 1744, while Gilbert White was study­ing at Oxford. It was a time when birds were still a suf­fi­cient­ly inti­mate part of the cul­tur­al envi­ron­ment to be giv­en Chris­t­ian names. Thus we have Robin Red­breast, Jen­ny Wren, Tom Tit, Madge Mag­pie, and Jack Curlew. All small birds were Dick, from which our Dick­ie-bird derives.

White was a mod­ern ornithol­o­gist at a time when most coun­try folk were con­tent to know Robin, Jen­ny, Tom, Madge, and Jack by their Chris­t­ian names. He was a keen observ­er of songs, behav­iors, and breed­ing and nest­ing times. These obser­va­tions were record­ed in his book along with ref­er­ences to the Bible, Shake­speare, and Greek and Latin authors, as befits an Oxford-edu­cat­ed classicist.

White was par­tic­u­lar­ly attuned to curiosi­ties and ironies. He tells us, for exam­ple, that the small­est British bird, the gold­en-crest­ed wren, will be uncon­cerned as an observ­er approach­es with­in three or four yards, where­as the largest British land bird, the bus­tard, will not allow a per­son to approach with­in as many furlongs.

Dur­ing the years that White stud­ied birds, Britain was engaged in dra­mat­ic events on the world’s stage. Her colonies were in revolt. Her neigh­bor France stood on the brink of cat­a­clysm. The indus­tri­al rev­o­lu­tion was about to remake the landscape.

None of this intrudes upon the qui­et of Sel­borne; few hints of these greater social events are to be found in the pages of The Nat­ur­al His­to­ry of Sel­borne or in the author’s dai­ly journals.

We find instead a world of wood­larks, cuck­oos, tur­tle doves, whin­chats, lin­nets, and wigeons, exist­ing in a kind of Fran­cis­can har­mo­ny with the vil­lagers. We find these same birds in the stained-glass win­dow that com­mem­o­rates White’s world, a world that per­haps nev­er exist­ed even in Sel­borne but to which we can for­ev­er aspire: All crea­tures of the Earth con­gre­gat­ing as Fran­cis preach­es his mes­sage of peace.

But what is this bird in the low­er right-hand pan­el of the win­dow, with out­landish head­dress and black-and-white cape, like a Mayan priest in a cos­tume of feath­ers? It is that most out­landish of all Euro­pean birds, the hoopoe, whose por­trait shares the jack­et of Peter­son­’s Birds of Britain and Europe with the puf­fin and lap­wing, two oth­er birds of notice­ably extrav­a­gant appearance.

The hoopoe is not com­mon in Britain; it is a rare vis­i­tor from the con­ti­nent. In his Nat­ur­al His­to­ry, Gilbert White men­tions a pair of hoopoes, “the most unusu­al birds I ever observed in these parts,” which came to Sel­borne one sum­mer and fre­quent­ed the gar­den adjoin­ing his own.

They used to march about in a state­ly man­ner, feed­ing in the walks, many times in the day; and seemed dis­posed to breed in my out­let; but were fright­ed and per­se­cut­ed by idle boys, who would nev­er let them at rest,” he wrote.

Few indi­vid­ual birds in the his­to­ry of ornithol­o­gy can have been as splen­did­ly remem­bered as the boy-teased pair of hoopoes that White observed in Sel­borne, now enshrined with the saint of Assisi in one of the most beau­ti­ful stained-glass win­dows in Britain.

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