ChristophercanyouturnGeorgeHarrisondownasIamtryingtosingalovesongheremate!
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n.b. Working with music on and the window open hasn’t gone down to well with the bird on the fence.
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CLP 20/03/2020
Category: Birds
On Song (II)
Tweet me!
Tweet me!
Tweet me!
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I tweet you!
I tweet you!
I tweet you!
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n.b. And you think ‘The Archers’ is drivel? Listen to the call and response of some of our more insistent and persistent feathered friends.
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CLP 20/03/2020
On Song
I don’t know when
I last saw a wren
Sitting on a tree top
Singing like it can’t stop
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n.b. Usually shy, scurriers and flitters seen low to the ground in dense undergrowth, it is rare to see one high in a tree singing proudly. Unless it wasn’t a wren, of course.
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CLP 20/03/2020
Still
Birds sing at day’s start
Mark the changing of the light
And again come night
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n.b. We are not alone.
CLP 15/03/2020
City Dawn
A sparrow tweet gathers simple rejoinders from its own kind skulking in shrubs and hedges
Their cheery notes provoke immediate responses
Clamouring herring gulls stretched tall on chimney pots
Throw out echoing, stuttering, staccato cries
Over the street with pink-tipped cherry trees
Rooted between rain-stained pavement slabs
Skipping between the much-welcomed buds, a blackbird flutters to a halt
Opens up his throat and warbles
A rusty crow, unashamedly adds flat notes in chorus
Challenges goldfinches to alight the cables strung across the road
A red-faced, yellow-flecked, flittering pair
Who add lilts and melody to the fresh morning air
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CLP 14/03/2020
On A Chimney Pot
Gull throws back its head
Coughs up laughter; mocks sleep
Nails scrape on windows
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CLP 04/03/2020
Crow
Light spreads into the night
First movement
Swooping from the highest crown
Black shiny crow
Floats nonchalantly to ground
Stretches wings
Lands with a bounce
Moves into a walk
Tilts its head to have look
Arrogant creature
Taint of the dark
What’s there to eat
In Milton Park?
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n.b. Mornings are noticeably getter lighter now, but the weather is too cool for sparrows, or blackbirds to announce the dawn. The first bird call this morning was a three-part drawn out caw of a crow. A bird happy to move in the early light of day before shadows form.
Crows are jostling for nesting positions in tree tops now. Despite the incoming series of storms that disrupt their building, crows are busy collecting twigs to weave nests before tree foliage arrives. Fascinating.
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CLP 13/02/2020
