In a Field
Twenty pheasants have
A sporting chance now winter
Has turned into Spring
Red kites hovering
Almost still as we rush past
Train-bound to London
Great Bustard?
On a chalk ploughed hill
I glimpse a giant bird. Wait…
Did I just see that?
The fish pond, brimfull
A mirror for morning light
Heron reflects there
Into London
Leafy suburbs pass
Trees home for two woodpeckers
Woodland corridor
On the Thames today
Two swans wend their way past boats
And mud larks; low tide!
Kingfisher
Perched on a bare bough
Cloth of gold and blue; bright flag
Above the river
Little Egrets and Canada Geese
We are gathering
Where the river and fields wend
A way to feed us
Two waiters in white
Among the gaggle of guests
Riverbank dining
Red Kites
Red wings, white tails, wind
Almost gone, now returned here
To hunt the blue hills
Robin near St Davids Cathedral
Cheese sarnie and tea
Spare a crumb! Table hopping
And hoping for alms
Crow
Sizing me up, you
Decide my cake is crow food
Beachside corvid hops
Sparrows
A handful of crumbs
For a handful of small birds
Happiness is here
