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on sound
the geese I lovetheir drifting callsfiltering through the leafless treesI seek the skeinwatch it spread across the ice blue abovesee how it stretches, unfurlscollapsestoward the stubblerises and falls like a sheet in the breezenever quite settlesfolds of nervous ripples run through the flockthey’ve come so far for this?dissenters lift offcirclegather followersreturn to the heavy earthwhere →
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Calling
Five-thirty-two AMShe flew throughDeserted streetsAs bold as GodivaCareless of who knewHer dastardly workSuch shameless brassThe brazen passOf the city cuckoo ~ n.b. I was half asleep when she flew by calling at full volume, ensuring I sat up wide awake, not quite believing my ears. I suppose the late arrival of cuckoos this year has →
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Robin
snip, clip, cut, pull, clip, clipworking along the hedgein the thick of itdry copper beech rustlingold hop vines twistedresisting my pullingtheir paper thin twinestrong enough to choke the treeweak enough to breakwithout warningleaving me staring upinto the bitter white lightof threatening chill nightwondering how to separatetree from tanglelike me from youand while I am wonderingthinking, →
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on life
sparrow hawk attackcacophony of squealingrookery alerted ~ n.b. The most remarkable sight of a sparrow hawk trying to drag a jackdaw to a plucking post. The prey nearly the same size as the hawk, makes things awkward, unbalancing the flight and managing to drop to the ground in the pub garden. The sparrow hawk does →
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Swifts 2022
I heard your squealingdelighted to see you backover our rooftops ~ n.b. Later and fewer this year. Heard and seen 14/05/2022z CLP 15/05/2022 →
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