Autumn Rooks, Long-tailed Tits and a White Swan

 

Rooks in a red field

Shaved of its corn. Forage! Fight!

Beaks glean Autumn light

 

Late evening calls, hark!

The long-tailed tits sing and flit

In warm company

 

White swan in the rhyne

Wings against a white skyline

Singing the old songs

Barn Swallows near Glastonbury Tor

A sight for sore eyes

No wing more uplifting than

Summer’s first swallow

Crow Tree Picnic

 

In a circle, eyes

Watching our every mouthful

Crows, crumbs, closer, caw…

 

Hoodwinked and wary

The Family gathers

Extorting their dues

Crows, The Nothe, Weymouth

Great Crested Grebe Fishing

 

 

Diving! Breakneck speed
A bronze tipped arrow streaks past
Silver bubbles rise

Radipole Lake, Weymouth

Long-tailed tits and starlings

 

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

The Starlings Return

On Pomparles Bridge 

A sunset of starling flocks 

Fills the sky with wings 

Along the A303

Wiltshire Field 

The partridges search 

(Though no pear tree is nearby) 

For fruits of the field 

 

At Stonehenge 

Ancient autumn fields 

In gold mist reveal Hern’s deer 

While the rooks count rocks

Buzzard. Shoulders hunched
Hands in pockets; loitering
Mist curfews mischief

Cutting through the chaff
With tail cane. The pheasants chat
Pleasantries and that