On August XII

Martins and swallows

Tumble, twist, swoop and flidgitt

Along midge-full hedges


n.b. We approach that time when these birds of summer prepare to depart with their young to southern latitudes. As ripe fruit begins to drop from the brambles, thorn bushes and elder, hedgerows come alive with newly hatched insects gorging on the juicy harvest. At this time the fast-moving, acrobatic birds of the hirondelle family loosely gather in un-countable numbers, they too reap the rewards of the August fruit crops by feeding in flight, swooping through clouds of insects that swarm over the field and lane edges that sweetly rot in August sun.

n.n.b. “Flidgitt” (v): to rapidly change direction in flight in order to catch insects that swarm and hover.

This word may be as new to you as it is to me – because I made it up.


CLP 23/08/2019

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Christopher Perry

Liberté, Equalité, Humanité

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