Now, I don’t want you getting all protective or too worried about this cat because, in truth, he’s playing ya. There’s lots of sparrows nesting in this guttering and this fella’s waiting for them thanks to some unsupervised scaffolding at the back of the house. He even smiled for the camera. Normally, when I walk […]
Blackbirds squabbling A golden dawn listens on Relieved of winter
Sparrows gathering Hedgerows are their chosen church Praying in chirrups
A sublime aerial ballet of blue amongst white, the lost swallow danced through the sky. Why he was here, how he’d swept north and not south, who could say? But he had, and the sky was alive with his joyful acrobatics. Just like summer snows, so beautiful a dream.
Line dancing Corvus Crows of synchronicity Waiting for a song
How long I’d hoped to see you, Lammergeier. Some called you the bearded vulture, but I always thought it disparaging. You were better than that. You were my own personal, mountain dream. Now, you cower before me, bedraggled and caged. The rain wets your feathers. The rain wets my eyes.