After a period of silence, not hearing them since February, when a few warm days encouraged us out, the Blackbird have started to sing again.
early morning
in greening woods
blackbird sing
A Calendar of Haiku - February
[…]It is the February summer that comes, and lasts a week or so between the January frosts and the east winds that rush through the thorns [...]
Richard Jefferies - Life of the Fields 1899
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 ...
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
