The scarf Colchian Pheasant

There is a gathering of birds on my island.
Perhaps there is no place on Earth more beautiful than Aeaea.
I see colorful birds flying overhead.
Ever since the tale of the Golden Fleece spread, Aeëtes has been taming the finest birds.
Among them is the Colchian Pheasant.
I never thought the beauty of a bird could astonish me.
Turns out, they didn’t know how to fly high.
The colors of the pheasant reminded me of the Colchian sky.

The Argonauts arrived quietly on my island.
They glanced at many animals and birds.
The Greeks chose the phasianos (pheasant).
They’re taking it to a distant island in Greece.
The Colchian pheasant tries to take flight in the meadows of the Rioni River.
Here, in Colchis, is its home...

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