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
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
Two grebes taking turns
To be each other’s mirror
A flattering glass!
Little stints wading
Almost lost on the shoreline
Now arrows in flight
A sky full of gnats
And the wheel & swoop of wings
House martins hunting