The name Ardea may refer to: Ardea, townland in the parish of Tuosist, Co Kerry Ireland. Ardea Castle, a stronghold of Dónall Cam Ó Súilleabháin Béirre.
Ardea is a peer reviewed scientific journal and the official publication of the Netherlands Ornithologists' Union, having been published by that body since 1912. It is published twice a year and contains articles on birds, in particular relating to their ecology, life history, and evolution. It also publishes special issues on conference or workshop proceedings. The journal is named for Ardea, a genus of herons.
Ardea is a genus of herons. Linnaeus named this genus as the great herons, referring to the generally large size of these birds, typically 80–100 cm or more in length.
These large herons are associated with wetlands where they prey on fish, frogs, and other aquatic species.
Most members of this almost worldwide group breed colonially in trees, building large stick nests. Northern species such as great blue, grey and purple herons may migrate south in winter, although the first two do so only from areas where the waters freeze.
These are powerful birds with large spear-like bills, long necks and long legs, which hunt by waiting motionless or stalking their prey in shallow water before seizing it with a sudden lunge. They have a slow steady flight, with the neck retracted as is characteristic of herons and bitterns; this distinguishes them from storks, cranes, flamingos and spoonbills, which extend their necks.
Some members of Ardea are clearly very closely related, such as the grey, great blue, and cocoi herons, which form a superspecies. However, the great egret, in particular, has been placed in other genera by various authors as Egretta alba and Casmerodius alba. Nevertheless, this species closely resembles the large Ardea herons in everything but color, whereas it shows fewer similarities to the smaller white egrets.
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Don’t move I say
Wilt thou hear
My elegy
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What love can do
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The shame
Will be mine for a
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What love can do
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That I won’t deceive
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To what we’ve got
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