Salford, 11th August 2018
Breakfast time comes early for
Resident aviators in Salford’s skies
each one has their favourite dish
and some occasionally go for the fish
down below in the waters of the dock
caution though…avoids the shock as
resident birds fall on bread and cake
until the sun through the clouds breaks
maybe they know of the change in the air
but they’re happy being fed … so haven’t a care
Salford Quays, 14th July 2018
a tale of the first time in the canal…from one of the goslings….Interpreted by Inky 🙂
It’s a bit hard stepping out
from the little nursery pool
to the great big vast waterway
but at least my family are nearby
mum and dad watching proudly on
no water wings required
chasing my brothers and sisters about the water
just flap my feathered feet and watch me go….
white fluffy clouds make their way towards the sea
while cool winds come in off the western coast
butterflies take in nectar
from the yellowest of daffodils
while birds blend in with reds and blues
on the hunt for the grubs for lunch
Salford 19th June 2018
#life #travel #sunrise #breakfast #morning
I woke up early this morning, the local wildlife were up with the sun. I’m unaware of what they were discussing….probably breakfast, or maybe football ⚽️ . If anybody knows what rooks , blackbirds, song thrushes, and pigeons talk about over breakfast…please let me know
I spotted two aircraft travelling over the skies of Salford this morning. Don’t know where they were going, but I’m sure it was some place nice and hot. Sun is slowly making its way above the horizon in the east, soon it will be bright and sunny
The soft rolling traffic from the early morning Trafford road makes a somewhat pleasant accompaniment to the sound of the ticking clock. But in what’s now known as a twenty four hour society/world , there’s always deliveries to be made, early morning jobs to get to and work to be done
There’s a break in the quiet rumble of the traffic, as a Motorcycle rider mistakes one of the carriageways for a stretch of the Isle of Man TT race course. It’s awoken the pigeons kipping in the eaves of the nearby apartment block.
Another trail of white crosses the Salford skies as the rumble of early morning traffic continues. The broadcasters will be preparing the news items for delivery about now, whilst out on the waterfront, as the deliveries come in and out of the factories of Trafford park, and noise from The Trafford road begins to grow, feathered residents of the nearby basins are flexing their webbed feet , attending to cygnets and goslings all and pondering the really important issues of the day,
What’s for breakfast ?
Manchester, 8th May 2018
For some its a time, to say
Look at me
As the peacocks and peahens , strut their stuff
Until the departure of jack frost, they were quite – “Reserved”
Now they fluff their feathers, on the Northern shore
Till their preening catches a prospective mates eye
Salford, 3rd February 2018
Detritus floating en-masse down the ship canal
Readily aided by the boats and the water
Is floating aimlessly towards the basin gates
Full stop only happening upon hitting the booms where each stick gangs
Together forming a pretty pattern on the
Waters surface
Overjoyed geese, plunder the booty, piling
One large stick on top of another till a safe place for eggs has been built, whilst
Downstream, a boat with a foriegn name (and crane) is coming to pick up the leftovers
Stood for a moment in time
Totally still – you might call it “Frozen”
As the water flows around them
The the mighty rocks stand still
In the light of the morning sun
Could the passing aviators bring them to life ? Hardly!
Salford 12th January 2018
Swooping over the old docks
Engaging in interaction with old fish boxes
A feathered veteran hovers over the waters
Gracefully landing on the cast fences below
Usually seen diving for his dinner
Lately enjoying the pickings
Left behind by the tourist taking in the attractions
Maybe it’s the sheer front of this aviator
As he swoops around in the air
Grabbing any shiny thing that catches his eye
Pretty trinkets, held aloft and captured up high
In a hiding place, where only those higher can see it
Evaporated into thin air ? No, your jewellery is up in his nest
Near to the top of the tree
eggs are sitting in their little bed of twigs
safely in a huddle until
the time arises to hatch – with a little help from mum and dad
