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

Starlings and Garden Birds

 

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

On this morning's walk

 

Black-headed gulls glide
Paper boats on a pink lake
Sunrise on the floods

 

Like a loom shuttle
Starlings cross the sky; weaving
A winter pattern

Starlings, Sparrowhawk and Swans, Late Autumn in Somerset

 

Drawing back the night
A curtain of starlings fly
Across the sky’s frame

 

Now, the low gold sun
Trumpets its autumn fanfare
Starlings march the sky

 

Sparrowhawk gazes
From the pergola. It eyes
Hunt me, fierce and wild

 

Flooded fields are now
A waterfowl’s wet dream, ooh!
Check out those swans, wow.