Blackbirds and Jackdaws

Blackbird Under the Hedge

Dry summer leaves drift

Into the shade. You turn over

An old leaf for snails

Jackdaws in the Old Orchard

Plums, ripe and bursting

In the beak, spill magenta

Wine for thirsty birds

Blackbirds and a Red Kite

The Blackbird

The hedge brambling bird

Quietly picks a path through

Tangled branch and fruit

On finding a blackbird, unexpectedly

Bright eye catches mine

Yellow-bladed beak and claw

Daggers drawn, retreat!

Red Kite

Caught in the willows 

A call hollows out the wind

Crying solitude

Birdsong and Blackbirds

Birdsong 

In the spring garden

The warm air drenched with birdsong

Notes falling like rain

Blackbirds

On the high branch hear

Their clear arias sung loud

And sweet in the air