October
Seagulls
fly past fields
Like a fishing net dragging
Autumn tides to shore
Starlings
arriving
In little drifts; falling leaves
Autumn flurries fly
Weymouth
Walking Weymouth beach
He feeds the beachcombing crows
Who follow his lead
On Westham Bridge, Weymouth
By
the bridge waiting
Patience of a saint, stone still
Heron prays for fish
By Beaples Standing Stone
Rook
rubs the sky clean
A feather duster dancing
Around the old stone
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
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
