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 ...
First signs of Spring ...
winter sun—
lambs’ tails atremble
in the hedge
#haiku #Spring
a white dog in a red tartan coat
@MarcieDWessels Beautifully evocative Marcie. The ‘patchwork quilt’ has two meanings for me - describing the patterning of the fields even in winter but also takes me back to my childhood when I had a patchwork quilt and at bedtime I could hear the crows going to roost. Thanks for sharing.
Oh I so love this painting. Here’s a #haiku to go with it ...
following the crows the way home
Good Day!
As The Crow Flies By Jo Grundy
