The Cry of a Gull - Cameos of Birdlife #6
I woke to the cry of a passing seagull - his call tossed about in the gusty wind - ‘flee, flee Jack, flee’. For a moment I am a child again, at the seaside, in Cornwall. Gulls calling all around. But here in the foothills of Snowdonia we are more used to hearing the throaty ‘kronk’‘kronk’ of Raven and the ‘mewling’ of Buzzard. Perhaps I was dreaming ...
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Travellers Joy - Cameos of Birdlife #3
The frost today is everywhere - a heavy hoar frost covering the fields and hedges; all a sparkle in the early morning winter sun. In the hedgerow, a restless, roving party of Long Tailed Tit weave through frosted beards ...
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The snow-heavy skies have gone, replaced by a sodden grey blanket of cloud. A watery sun teases. Birds carol: a Song Thrush stutters and starts from the churchyard beech; and a Great Tit chants ‘teacher’ ‘teacher’ from the hedge, by the old school. Somewhere a Blackbird sings ...
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A Calendar of Haiku - May
Sedge Warbler Sing
Silent for most of the year, in late April or early May, for a few weeks boy can you hear them, as they sing all day and often into the night.
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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
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