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 ...
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 ...
Listening, thinking of nothing, simply living in the sound of the night, the world seems more alive; the dusky green of field and hedge a monochrome greyish-silver in the pale light, the telegraph poles stark black throwing spooky shadows across the fields. A Barn Owl hunting along the edge of the wood - ghostly white. A Curlew calling.
My daughter (and our editor) sang this lovely cover in English and Korean. I think it's lovely. Such a sweet voice and heart. 💖
https://youtu.be/W0UOhv5rEVk
@KingRiverPress1 What a lovely voice and song. In return here’s one of my daughter from a CD of Covers she did a few years ago. As a birthday present we arranged a day in a recording studio ...
https://www.dropbox.com/s/gj5bx7edg0gl4ch/Cups.wav?dl=0
Getting ready for #Halloween ...
hunters moon
a screech owl haunts
the graveyard
#haiku #FullMoon #BarnOwl
@MarcieDWessels Sorry for the late reply. The Ruff is a large reddish-brown wader that is fairly rare in the UK. And yes the males do have a large ruff of feathers around the neck which is used in a showy display to attract a mate.
