A Song Thrush Sings - Cameos of Birdlife #4
It’s early morning. Still dark. A pale moon hangs in the sky as the pre-dawn light rims the nearby mountains. A Buzzard mews; an owl hoots from the nearby woods. As the garden trees take shape a Song Thrush breaks into song - hesitantly at first; but then full and vibrant - lost in its own joy of singing ...
Travellers Joy - Cameos of Birdlife #3
The frost today is everywhere - a heavy hoar frost covering the fields and hedges; all a sparkle in the early morning winter sun. In the hedgerow, a restless, roving party of Long Tailed Tit weave through frosted beards 1 ...
Country Roads
The snow-heavy skies have gone, replaced by a sodden grey blanket of cloud. A watery sun teases. Birds carol: a Song Thrush stutters and starts from the churchyard beech; and a Great Tit chants ‘teacher’ ‘teacher’ from the hedge, by the old school. Somewhere a Blackbird sings ...
Rookery Wood - Cameos of Birdlife #2
Not far from where I used to live as a child (see photo in the previous post), close by the village church 1 there was a rookery. I would often stay out, well past my bedtime, watching and listening, until all the sounds of the day had faded away; and there was just the stillness before night ...
Winter Wagtail - Cameos of Birdlife #1
It’s late afternoon on a cold grey winters day just after Christmas. The high mountains lost in snow-heavy skies; distant woods a purple haze. The New Year beckons.
