Free Bird.

The dawn chorus may have finished for another year but the early dawn is far from silent, even as I type a Raven croaks, calling to it’s young to stay close no doubt, yes, as I thought, two juvs and one adult just flew by.

As soon as I open the cottage door at first light I’am greeted by a cresendo of twittering from the stables. The Swallows. Now with two broods on the wing and their numbers in the low 20’s, they complete the summer scene, sunshine, golden corn and feeding Swallow’s.

I leave you now as I must water the baskets, listening to the goings on as I do so.

By for now, bis gleich.

Categories: Burning the Midnight Oil

thestork245

I'm a disabled ex-Soldier, just entering my Autumn years. I write purely out of enjoyment about anything and everything. My main interests are Nature, especially birds and history. I enjoy reading, fiction or non-fiction, it doesn't matter, any genre pleases me.

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