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Murder, Mischief and Murmurations – Magpie, Raven and Starling

Raven by A W Seaby

Murder, Mischief and Murmurations

A Murder of Magpie

I am currently reading ‘Magpie Murders’ by Anthony Horowitz and was reminded of the childhood rhyme ….. one for sorrow two for joy …. and so on. I wonder what it would be for 200! For this was the number I counted, before it was too dark to see, coming to roost in willow scrub one winters evening near my home.

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17.11.17. Birdlog. — Frodsham Marsh BirdBlog

I squeezed in 20 minutes of birding (after work) and during the only blast of sunlight we have had all day illuminated the marsh. Soon after the early evening gloom closed the day away and we trudged to the bright lights of Christmas shopping. It was immediately obvious as we walked along the track on No.5 tank […]

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Belonging and Landscape – when I first read Richard Jefferies — Moments of Place

As an only child who grew up in the countryside I am used to open spaces and feel at home in the company and beauty of natural things. My favourite books as a child were those which engaged with the outdoors, and which seemed to hint towards an equally rich inner life or territory. As […]

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Waders in Wales

From winter beaches to summer moorland and woodland, Wales provides essential habitats for waders. There are over forty WaderTales blogs so far. Here’s a selection of ten that may well appeal to birdwatchers in Wales. Winter beaches & estuaries Wales holds important populations of waders in the wintertime – everything from Bar-tailed Godwits from Siberia to […]

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Winter Thrush – Ode to a Fieldfare

(Composed during the snow-thaw of last month…) As I sit here, goldfinches glance across the skies outside the window, their ‘charms’ like the bounce of iambic pentameter written with wings. They turn towards our garden, and immediately, their syntax becomes jumbled by a shift and gather of chaffinches – with an adjunct of sparrows tumbling in like a hurried conclusion. […] See Also: Our Northen (Winter) Thrushes 

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