A Calendar of Haiku - July
thunder clouds
shadowing mountains
a buzzard calls
One of the more vocal birds of prey, the buzzard, often gives a mewing call during one of its trademark broad-winged thermal-riding soars ...
There are three birds calling here right over the sound recordists head.
buzzard soaring
above the mountains
thunder rumbles
We sometimes have up to five together riding the thermals over the nearby fields. We live in the foothills of Snowdonia in a valley between the mountains and the sea. From the house they really do seem to soar above the mountains ...
Credits
Photo taken by my daughter, Bea, on her iPhone and later edited in photoshop.
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Notes
The dog days or dog days of summer are the hot, sultry days of late July/early August. They were historically the period following the heliacal rising of the star system Sirius, which Greek and Roman astrology connected with heat, drought, sudden thunderstorms, lethargy, fever, mad dogs, and bad luck. Wikipedia Date: Wed, 22 July 2020 – Sat, 22 August 2020
What a wonderful place to live. I love to hear the sound of buzzards and thankfully they are becoming more common here too.
Thanks Deborah, yes we are lucky in some ways – to live in such a lovely spot – the downside is we are isolated socially from others – which is a big drawback for our children in making friends and getting jobs now that they have left school and are all grown up. But they wouldn’t change where we live for the world.
Buzzards are one of my favourite raptors. I often hear them before seeing them. I think your 2nd verse captures a really good moment of summer.
Thanks Ashley – that’s just what I was trying to capture!
So that’s the origin of dog days! We too have buzzards and I love to watch and to hear them. I hope we get some of those things associated with the period, Clive. Some but not all!
Oi.dad. You forgot to mention the make and model of my phone 😛
What a beautiful photo Clive, I wish I was there, and haiku and buzzard mew
Thanks Jane. It’s turned into a sunny evening here after rain for much of the day. I can hear a single buzzard …
Can visualize the shadowing mountains. Amazing haiku.
This was one of those serendipitous moments – it was there and then gone …
Growing up, I always loved to hear the strong, deep voice of thunder.
To me, thunder always sounded like the voice of God.
To this day, whenever I hear thunder it makes me feel like everything is going to be OK–no matter how many problems there are in this world.
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Hearing the rumbling and watching thunderstorms rolling in over mountains–that must be awesome!
They are that – they can be very spectacular and loud. Recently we had a lightening strike in the field next to our house. I heard it sizzle and could smell burning – just for the briefest of moments everything was lit by an intense white light. It set the dogs off in a barking frenzy!
The Siskin have stopped coming. I hadn’t noticed – I don’t know when they stopped maybe in late May or early June.
It does sound like a call made for soaring over mountains – or over deserts. Love the atmosphere of the haiku – I love a thunderstorm and there have been many days lately when it seems like we should have had one, but it hasn’t appeared.
We often hear thunder rumbling in the mountains while we bask in sunshine. We used to tell the kids it was the snoring of a Welsh Dragon! The Buzzard certainly lend even more atmosphere