Birds

1 a wagtail,black and white in a green apple tree.
Two pairs of blackbirds out in the rain.
A thrush on a tree branch in the drive.
A wild duck coming out of the big puddle by the road where the tree blew down
A sandpiper calling up high
Pheasants
A partridge
A blue tit at the new nesting box
A bullfinch among the snowdrops
A robin who does not live here
Gulls on the field
Peewit ditto
Two snipe flying with long darning needle bills
A woodpecker drilling in the wood above the road
Two field fares with blue heads I think
Wood pigeons observed by the ruined doo'cote
Crows flying.

all singing and making a great to do,for its spring whatever the calender says.

Perth 1993
A poem for Helen

John.