If anyone reads this (unlikely I know) I hope you enjoy it and get some vague pleasure out of it. A few stories and pointless ramblings from a valley in the South Pennines
Saturday, 10 July 2010
Wake Up Call
The dawn chorus has phases - whilst blackbirds seem to sing the overture - the final movements are provided by the jackdaws - several family parties lounge around my neighbours birdtable. They raise me from my bed, smartly dressed in black a bright eye, and a soft grey nape, An elegant bird but noisy always chattering chack chack , the youngsters beg for seed, almost the same dress as their prents, but their grey is more vague and covers more of the back.
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