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Daily Photo by Bob Gibbons
I think these are amongst the most gorgeously elegant birds that I know. This is a black-necked Stilt* feeding along the shores of the Gulf of Mexico in winter.
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The Corvid’s Shadow by Rose Fulton
“We were on a walk in the forest above our house when a crow flew over. We watched as its shadow went passed us on the ground.”
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Jeff Young reading from Ghost Town
This is where nana, Queen of Red Rock Street, sat at the kitchen table, spooning sugar into glasses of lemonade to take away the fizz.
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This Wall by Sarah Hymas
Unlike a footprint on the moon, deep as the day it was made, the tracks made during the lighthouse repair are sluiced slowly by tides.
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Red kite – back from the brink by Jodie Bond
She boasts a shimmer of feathers, tobacco and rust, a phoenix echo as they catch the fire of sunset.
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The Ground is All Memoranda by Gill Horitz
The other night I woke to the sound of a car drawing up to the house, then another and another…
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Corvid Tales on Covid Days by Suzanne Joinson
Even now, if you listen carefully you can hear the ghost of Boney in the trees.
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Spring and its discontents by Robin Walter
I am beginning to feel the strings tug and draw me up again, restoring my shape.
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I’m a bat, I’m totally a bat
A father and son go for a spring bat walk at twilight.
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Magic Places by Sara Hudston
I look up from my desk now and see a male bullfinch nipping blackthorn buds, his smart coral and charcoal plumage vivid against white blossom.
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Hortus Conclusus during a Pandemic by Suzanne Joinson
Now the lockdown is in full force I read Hortus in bed every night.
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Earrach Geamraidh: The Winter Spring by Kerri ní Dochartaigh
What we give in these days will be the things that we have been gathering up for many years.
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