The birds

yesterday two magpies frolicking atop a chimney breast, the gulls all lined up across the roof tops now. 

The sparrows courting in a dust bath. The jet black blackbird sitting on the fence post, staring in at me while working at the kitchen sink. 

The robin redbreast at St Breock. And here too. The crows nesting and squawking at the grave yard. The flocks of birds on the coach journey down in Plymouth circling ahead of the coach for a moment in a second, sinisterly. The roadkill many, on our lane walks. 

The pheasants in a field. 

I have yet to see Herons and King fishers again. The King fisher a regular sight for 60 seasons of my life. One entering through our home misjudging the usual circuit of their regular flyby, of our home. The robin here too coming in and sitting on top the dresser in the kitchen diner ... 

Those seasons missed in the colour of these species in their vivid tones ...