The InkwellSalford, 28th December 2019
#Birds #2019 #Christmas
A couple of days into the Christmas season
I thought the birds had all gone somewhere sunny
I would have joined them (if I had the money)
but who should arrive on a Saturday morn
feathers all winded, ruffled and torn ???
Sat on the nest resting on the drain
covered by leaves , protected from the rain
snoozing away without any fear
happy to stay there – until next year!
#Fowc #Nest #Nature
Above my head, by the window ledge
a family of birds is living on the edge
living in a nest in view of my eye
occasionally searching for food do they fly
Waking me up with their earliest call
transcending the windows and solid brick walls
flying to treetops through clouds in the air
and searching out berries without a care
#FFFC #Abandoned #Derelict #Brokenwindows
with thanks to Aron Jäger@unsplash.com for providing the Image
I remember the weeks before the builders moved in
the children, were now learning – in bright shiny blocks
up the road in the next district
whilst the old building sat – a nest for the birds
and a target for vagabonds with little on their minds
smashed glass and vibrant graffiti the order of the day
as the old iron gates sat rusting
waiting for the wrecking balls to arrive
Octpowrimo, 29th October 2018
Signs that winter is on its way
Quite inquisitive fellow made his way across the garden fence
Under the fir trees and around the hyacinths
In search, of something
Round , red brown, and tasty to
Restock his larder for winter
Every now and then looking around, protecting his hide
Looking for morsels in every inch of the garden
Manchester, 11th august
#beeinthecity #manchester #hunnypot
six sided structure
created by worker bees
for the colony
sleeping in their nest
little bees dream of honey
from flowers next door
Travelling over air
homing pigeons cannot beat
worker bees radar
treasures collected
from inside the flower head
create a sweet thing
flavour from pollen
transferred to golden slices
by the hunnypot
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
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
#Coloryourworld #CYW #Robineggblue
Up high in a tree
in a cosy twig nest
four little eggs
sleep where they are best
hidden away from their avian foes
protected from wind, the rain and the snows
mum and dad watching from a branch at height
keeping an eye on the eggs that are bright
Much like their cousins, whose shells are white
they sleep both at day, and mostly at night
till the time comes to spread their wings
and they taste the goodies their mum and dad brings
#Napowrimo #Blogging101 #Birds #Construction
Past the sounds of morning
in a nearby nest
great aviators in waiting
elevate their voice past the turning concrete mixer
on a hope – their mum and dad hear them
never forgetting that
someone has gone to find their breakfast
