Where have my bird haiku flown too?

I notice it has been a while since I've posted up any haiku here, you can now find my bird haiku over  on my Wordpress blog here: patriciarustart.blog

Meanwhile I will try and update this Blogger site every now and then!

Easter Garden Birds

 

April

Two woodpigeons couched
Atop the blackthorn eating
The spent Spring blossom

 

On Gardening:

Little goldcrest caught
Out the corner of my eye
Both searching for Spring

The chuckling hedge
Green shoulders shaking with glee
As Blackbirds shuck jokes

 

Dandelion clock
Goldfinch slides along the stalk
Counting down the seeds

Breakfast with the birds (March)

March Morning

In the willow tree
Under a Van Gogh sky a
Robin paints in song

Goldfinch 

Five feisty finches
Fill the golden willow boughs
With red hot trouble!

Powder puffs, dusted
Gold in the golden sunlight
Catkin and goldfinch

On the Spring Equinox

Now the day rises
Green leaves unfurl to greet her
And birds sing her name

March Mornings

Magpie

Four magpies fighting
In the road, oblivious
To me passing by

 

Magpie finds long stick
Jackdaw wants it, sky scuffle!
Fight, flight, Magpie wins

 

Robin

In the blackthorn boughs
Robin; red lantern on branch
Among the blossom

Goldfinch

Goldfinches riff free
Jazz. Syncopated beats on
Bare willow branches

Small Garden Birds in February

 

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

Beak full of insects
In the morning but at dusk
A sweet song flies free

Long-tailed Tit

In the willow; twigs
All bedecked with feather bows
Singing in the pink

Marsh Harrier and Starling Murmuration, RSPB Ham Wall

Marsh Harrier

Harrier over reeds
Hunting warrior in bronze
Feathered armour

Gold wings in late sun
Struck from Thor’s hammer, bright streak
Of talons and beak

Starling Murmuration

Front row gathering
We wait for the performance
A winter ballet

Dusk orchestrates them
A wild weaving chorus line
Dancing wings as one
 

Sky whale! Sky whale! Swan!
Starlings flow shapes across sky
Nature’s movie show

January and it's freezing!

Long-Tailed Tit

I pause for parcels
There! On the little oak tree
You chatter to me

On the sixth of January the starling flock flies out at dawn in minus six degrees centigrade and I notice pattern groups within the larger grid of flying birds.

 

Starling DRS