House Sparrow
Up on the bird box
You call. ‘House mate, house mate, see
My new house for thee.’
Chaffinch
She checks out the lawn
Among the starling flock she’s
A pale stripe in spots
Robin
Long-tailed Tit
In the willow; twigs
All bedecked with feather bows
Singing in the pink
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
