The Lapwing are back ...
[...] Suddenly! Some chance movement has been noticed by the nearest Lapwing, and away they go at once as if with the same wings, sweeping overhead, then to the right, then to the left, and then back again, till at last lost in the coming shower. [...]
Richard Jefferies (1848-1887)
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 ...
The Cry of a Gull - Cameos of Birdlife #6
I woke to the cry of a passing seagull - his call tossed about in the gusty wind - ‘flee, flee Jack, flee’1. For a moment I am a child again, at the seaside, in Cornwall. Gulls calling all around. But here in the foothills of Snowdonia we are more used to hearing the throaty ‘kronk’‘kronk’ of Raven and the ‘mewling’ of Buzzard. Perhaps I was dreaming ...
a lull between cars
through the gap in the curtains
filigree wildness
@Dru_Marland @CallMeMoNow Love the poem. During lockdown the goats on the Great Orme had the freedom of Llandudno wandering the streets at will. Now the tourists are back they’ve found it too brash for their liking so have (socially) distanced themselves back to the quieter rocky outcrops.
#Siskin are still occasionally visiting the garden feeders. The fledgling #Magpie are almost fully grown. And today also saw the first fledgling #GreatSpottedWoodpecker at the feeders being fed by Dad.
A warm summer’s evening ...
yellowhammer—
singing for his supper
bread no cheese
#yellowhammer #haiku #EnidBlyton
