Bird Race

We were amazed by the number of kingfishers we saw on this particular trip, not just one or two single sightings, but two or three birds at a time several times on our journey.
We set off quite early each morning and think this may have had a lot to do with it as the river was still quiet and undisturbed.
We managed to get a couple of pictures, but these little birds are so damn fast they aren’t very good I’m afraid. We only saw them when they either flashed across the front of the boat or swooped down from the branches into the water.

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Please enjoy this:

Overtaken in a flurry,
Why the rush? What’s the hurry?
Slow down, take it easy,
Enjoy the weather bright and breezy.
Not a chance, these birds on the wing,
Swooshing by, hearing them sing,
A flash of colour, watching them dive,
Feeling the wonder of being alive.
Sharing their world, a spectator at best,
Away from the city, away from the pest
Of civilization, noise, dirt and fumes,
Replaced by Nature’s greenery and plumes.

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About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to Bird Race

  1. What a delightful sight on a quiet morning with the river practically to yourselves. I think that must be one of the loveliest presents offered. I can nearly see him swooping from tree to tree across the water.
    And the poem was a delight. Did you write it yourself, P? It had the lightness and buoyancy of the bird itself!

    • Thanks Shelley. Hubby and I both got inspired poetically this trip (the scenery was wonderful) and yes, all poems (unless stated otherwise, ie My Dad’s) are mine.

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