Serins

Fran, dear Fran,

It is time of serins. The last days of January are involved in the joyful and unstoppable song of these little finches. Serins, as we call them —you call them chamarines, which apparently is a word that comes from Portuguese language— are little birds of a green similar to the wild canary and a little smaller than this one.

      These little singers live all year in these lands and throughout the Mediterranean area but, when I was a child, from time to time, distracted, some specimens came to our island. Today, with the climate change, I have heard that it is easier to see them in our countryside during spring and summer.

      In the time of the serins, the father of my friend Godoy died.

      Y. a.

      Mary