Point of view
I hate the sound of a rabbit, at night, screaming in the jaws of a fox. But I can’t hear the fox cubs crying with hunger.
animals
Happy to see you
The Choughs are back doing some gardening for me, and the sight of their ungainly walk and their happy family warms the cockles of my cold winter heart.
Falling down
Once I saw on the ground under trees blue fragments of a small egg. But were they from an egg that fell or one that had hatched? I didn’t know just what I should feel.
Seasons
Plumes of smoke on a cold Winter’s day bring thoughts of warmth and community and human busyness and achievement. Plumes of smoke on a hot Summer’s day bring thoughts of destruction and terror and loss and anger and failure.
Love birds
Birds in pairs, galahs, magpies, rosellas, butcher birds, crows, peewits, birds in pairs, thinking of Spring.
Pastoral
“Listen to those contented cows mooing. Oh I love the sounds of the country” they say as they drive past a black herd in a green field. Not seeing, on the other side of the road, black calves, separated just last night from their mothers. Who are crying in pain and fear trying to get
Vale of the white horse
The white horse on the far green hill moves all day to a rhythm all her own, following clues in the pasture and the hill shape and the changing shadows from the trees, and some days, for no reason I know, he doesn’t appear at all, and I hope she is all right. He has
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Blissful
The Butcher Bird singing, beautifully, from the old dead tree this morning, doesn’t know about coronavirus.
If only they had known
The human race is in the position the dinosaur race was in some 25 years before the impact of the Chicxulub meteor.
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