Ego
Trunk lineIn the a crack between two paving stones in a neighbouring front garden, presented as a bouqet: a group of bluebells, a dandelion flower and a dandelion clock.
Down from hazel and other trees begins to float on the wind abovethe vegetable garden.
As I sit outside looking up at the afternoon sky, I see what must be a raptor - a sparrow hawk perhaps - circling, without once moving its wings, on a thermal, high above the edge of the town. It disappears. A few minutes later, I see it again patroling the same patch of sky. I go indoors to fetch my field glasses, but it seems to have gone for good.
Down from hazel and other trees begins to float on the wind abovethe vegetable garden.
As I sit outside looking up at the afternoon sky, I see what must be a raptor - a sparrow hawk perhaps - circling, without once moving its wings, on a thermal, high above the edge of the town. It disappears. A few minutes later, I see it again patroling the same patch of sky. I go indoors to fetch my field glasses, but it seems to have gone for good.
1 comment:
Good to see some photos, Plutarch, nice ones too, though the bauble 'ego' one is rather coy.
Could have been a buzzard?
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