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
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
A303
Starlings on power
Lines; two lanes of traffic queued
Waiting to arrive
A37
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
A37
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
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
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
Draped across the line
Pegged out like laundry drying
A starling blanket
Last light! Not home yet
Starlings stream past my window
Super-highway skies
Garden Birds
On the bird feeder
Robin, sparrow and bluetit
Playing seed roulette
Long-tailed tits along the lane
Tying song bows to
Broad leaf branches; overhead
Long-tailed tunes flutter
Bird table starlings
A squall of starlings
Blows up suddenly, raining
Beaks and talons now
Up in the bare trees
A canopy of feathers
Sings about Spring soon
On the bird table
Freckles, speckles, sparks and dots
Starlings squabble lots!