Journey of Words

Tag: Birds

  • Day 6

    Sat on the front doorstep, mug of tea to hand, the cool breeze is worth enduring for the joy of sun on my face. I listen to the birds, a buzzard’s cry easily distinguished above them all. No traffic, no aircraft. All that can be heard are these birds in song. Later a dog down →

  • Day 4

    Catkins, cast adrift from willows by gusting draughts, litter the garden. The grass looks as if plagued by woolly, dusty caterpillars that have emerged from below. The week’s washing flaps and tugs on the line. The wind has turned to the east. It bites at the skin and catches in the throat. Today the Spring →

  • On Song (III)

    ChristophercanyouturnGeorgeHarrisondownasIamtryingtosingalovesongheremate! . n.b. Working with music on and the window open hasn’t gone down too well with the bird on the fence. . CLP 20/03/2020 →

  • On Song (II)

    Tweet me! Tweet me! Tweet me! . I tweet you! I tweet you! I tweet you! . 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. . 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 . 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. . CLP →

  • Breakfast

    Squabble of starlings Tumble on night’s dawn-blessed gifts Furious wings flash . CLP 16/03/2020 →

  • Still

    Birds sing at day’s start Mark the changing of the light And again come night . n.b. We are not alone. CLP 15/03/2020 →

  • 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? . n.b. Mornings are noticeably getter lighter →

  • At Manningtree

    On the train To the big city It always stops at Manningtree . One of these days I must stop off To spend time taking a little look-see . I’d like to stroll along the ancient quay Sat on the bank of Suffolk’s Stour Estuary . n.b. Possible the smallest town in England. It was →

  • On Tree Tops

    Positions taken Stick, twig bundles form in crowns Builders’ croaky calls . CLP 20/01/2020 →