Starling Murmuration
It’s that time of year again - when leaves, blown in freshening winds, swirl and dance; lighting up dark corners with their vivid colours, patterning our streets and hidden paths - before melding into uniformity ...
My Calendar of Haiku - September
It’s around 9 o’clock in the evening - already dark. A brief respite from the rain; the full moon (almost) playing ‘peek-a-boo’, through the clouds. The street light flickers - on - off - on. Our garden Robin sings from a hazel in the hedge. Just for a moment ...
Field of Dreams - I know, I know, a bit twee but I’m in a nostalgic mood - fields of golden corn; a profusion of poppies and the soporific cooing of wood pigeon from the nearby copse all day long - the stuff of daydreams ...
Distant Variations
Far away and long ago. Sometimes unwittingly a theme develops ...
Hen Harrier Day
A bit belatedly I realised it’s Hen Harrier Day today. Here’s a rapidly composed post to highlight their plight. Thanks to John Bainbridge for reblogging the original post on the bowlandclimber blog.
It’s Hen Harrier Day this Saturday (8th August 2020) and this year it’s going online. Although we’ll miss the physical annual gathering at venues up and down the country, this year there’s actually far more scope to reach a huge audience, many of whom may previously have been unaware of the scandalous mismanagement of the UK uplands.
