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 ...
a wood pigeon’s song
warms the day
Perhaps this should have been my Haiku Calendar for August, as you’re just as likely to hear a Woodpigeon as a Whitethroat.
Lev Parikian, writer and conductor, describes their song as a cooing sound, with a lilting syncopated rhythm, although he also goes on to say “[...] there’s a throatiness, a sort of ’40-Marlborough-A-Day-For-Thirty-Years’ quality to it [...]”. More usually described as “coo coooo coo cu cu”.
Another from my collection of limited edition prints by Mary Dipnall, who says “[...] she would rather be sitting in a meadow full of wild flowers, sketching with the sun on her back than anywhere else. [...]”