October Starlings

 Starlings

This morning’s laundry
Already flapping in breeze
Starlings on a line

 

In the grey rainlight
A steady drizzle of wings
Storm clouds of starlings

On a day trip to Weymouth in October

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Starlings on power
Lines; two lanes of traffic queued
Waiting to arrive

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Seagulls billow up
White and grey rollers breaking
Over ploughed brown field

Buzzard, bare legs bent
On telephone pole
Meditating now

 

Lodmoor

Heron feather-cloak’d
Skims the scrubland with black wings
Fashionably late

 

Weymouth Seafront

Wagtail, dapper chap
Dip and bow to you too, Sir!
Waterline parade

 

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A pair of kites hang
High above the hilltop here
Taut in the updraft

A magical sight
As a merlin lands nearby
Eyes mesmerised now

 

Near the River Brue

Two swans, a poem
Written in a rhyne, gently
Drift in dusk’s warm light

 

September Birds

 

Flying Ducks

Above us fly ducks
Sixteen silhouetted shapes
On a wall of sky

 

Long-tailed tits and great tits

A little storm flies
Through the garden; whirlwind calls
And lightning flash wings 

House martins

I watch from the door
House martins drawing sky signs
A language of wings

August Birds

Barnstaple

Brent Geese fly; as stark
As the roundabout stones stand
Against the blue sky

 

Magpie

Striped youth, still callow
Finding berries flutters high
Into sapling tree

 

Little Egret

On Bridgewater road
Origami bird flies past
Legs folded, wings shaped

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Sparrow fledgelings, swifts, woodpecker

I am bereft. Now
My view, an empty nest box
Sparrows fully fledged

 

Two swifts returned and
How they wheel to Summer’s June
Dancing their duet

Green woodpecker swoops
Low; the grass shawl of the Tor
Wraps summer ’round her

Spotted on a trip to London

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!

Wren, Starlings and Magpie

Wren

I hear you singing
Through the window, you reach me
With a bright Spring song 

Starlings

Two shiny green birds
Ornaments on bare branches
Winter-jewelled tree

Over flooded fields
The flock ripples out. Black boats
Fish on the dawn tide

Magpie

Wings in, arrow flight
Look at you, surfing sunlight!
Soon beached on tree branch  

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Each vital wing a prayer:

Nature’s abundance

Goldfinch and Buzzard

Seventeen goldfinch
In the magnolia tree
Fresh buds, bright faces

Before Storm Eowyn

Jackdaw alarm calls!
Above me; silent brown wings
Buzzard, storm bringer

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Starlings


7.45 am
Iron clouds roll, I spot them!
A fleet of starlings

Stretched as thin as air
Starling flock returns to floods
From yesterday's rain

Heron and Little Egret flying past on walk

Overhead; look up!
Awkward neck crick, gangly legs
Birds and birdwatchers

Magpies, Crows and Jackdaws

Magpies in a tree
Six or seven, more maybe
Secret to be told

He feeds them. Walking
The lanes, Tor bound, beautiful
World waking up. Here

Garden Birds

In the willow twigs
Sweet garden song of robin
For the New Year now

All manner of small:
Long-tails, Chatter-spats, Dundills
Sparries, Jenny Wren

October Birds

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

House Martins in September

Sycamore seeds spin
While House martins circle tree
Spirals everywhere

 

Swallow and swift gone
House martin hesitates; a
Late summer harvest

A week of sunshine
And the House Martin’s picnic
Fills the country sky

July Birds

 

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's Birdbox Nest

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

A quiet kitchen
You have fledged, nest-box now cold
Little sparrows flown

Swifts over the Garden

Two swifts, sickle-sharp
Are honed on a whetstone sun
High in a June sky

On a Sunday walk and early this morning.

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

Fifteen Little Egret in a Field

Little Egret Troupe

Feats of Flying! Fan Dancing

and Fierce Spear Fishing

 
Wading through silver
While house martins wheel above
Mirrored in the field

 

Goldfinches in the Willows

 

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

Spring fields and garden birds

A twister springs up
Swirling wings in a grey sky
Seagulls storm the field

The farmer’s field lake
Grown fat with winter flooding
Now ducks feed for free

Through the window, here!
Robin acknowledges me
For windowsill seeds

Little wren hunts flies
While the blackthorn’s in full bloom
We share the blossom