Winter Games
Just before noon after a cold wet morning, the sun broke through, lighting the undersides of the towering clouds hung over the mountains, in an otherwise flat grey November sky.
And then they came - tumbling from the clouds - their calls echoing each other ...
My Calendar(Haiku) - November
It rained and it rained and it rained ... cold wet November rain; the garden and fields around, boggy at the best of times, are waterlogged - pooling with water. And still it rained ...
An early morning walk down our lane in the December snows of last year - a Wren sings loudly from the briar by the field gate. Another churrs angrily from moss covered stones haphazardly filling a gap in the hedge ...
As the January sun rises over the wooded ramparts of the ancient hill fort I flush a couple of Woodcock from the frost free shadow of a fallen crab ... a Tawny Owl calls from deeper in the woods ...
Birds From My Kitchen Window ... I rush from window - to window - to window, as birds fly quickly from one feeder to another, chased off one by a Magpie, giving way prudently to the Woodpecker as he flies down from the nearby Poplar; ousted from another by a horde of hungry Starling, flying in from the fields ...
