Sycamore seeds spin
While House martins circle tree
Spirals everywhere
House martin hesitates; a
Late summer harvest
And the House Martin’s picnic
Fills the country sky
Sycamore seeds spin
While House martins circle tree
Spirals everywhere
Five bluetits flit past
Green as apples on the branch
Old orchard; new life
The buzzard circles
Finding a thermal. Freed from
Our mortal scope now
Wells
Moorhen mother sits
Surrounded by Saint’s waters
Patient protectress
This year a pair of House Sparrows chose to raise their noisy chicks in one of our birdboxes, visible from our kitchen window. The most entertaining and enchanting family to observe and the silence, now they have fledged, is palpable. We think there were at least two chicks but we missed them fledging so there could well have been more.
The Sparrow Box
Sparrow parents spin
Frantic food dash, fly, fly, bug
Woodlouse for lunch, yuk!
Godzilla and Bro
That’s what I nicknamed the pair
Roaring for food now
Empty Nester
Two swifts, sickle-sharp
Are honed on a whetstone sun
High in a June sky
Stubble-field ballet
Swallows swoop and weave round bales
Bravo! More! Encore!
Egret overhead!
White yacht on a blue sky tide
Fair winds for flying
Wading through silver
While house martins wheel above
Mirrored in the field
Verge-side willows slump
While two goldfinch strip catkins
Of their down; spring snow!
Clouds of catkin down
Drift in the warm Spring sunshine
Goldfinch weather now