tangle and secrets (17/3/22)


the patio robin, the logpile robin, the holly robin, the shed robin already busy setting out their garden stalls for the coming spring, and for the first time ever in my garden, jays, first time ever at this end of the island as far as I can tell, not nesting in the garden but visiting daily, in between all that, song and mistle thrush, yes both, and of course blackbird, how could there not be, blue tit, great tit, coal tit, goldfinch, chaffinch, greenfinch wrens, several in fact, dunnocks, nuthatch, treecreeper, chiff-chaff, willow warblers soon, there usually is, magpie, woodpigeon, collared doves, there’ve been goldcrests too but not sure if they nest here, and oddly enough, no sparrows, a seemingly common bird utterly absent, plus all the regular tourists, starlings, jackdaws, rooks, crows, gulls, long-tailed tits, even a pheasant, and of course the buzzards, real stars, and let’s not forget the woodpeckers and the nightly owl/ owls…. I’m not making this up, and there’s bound to be others I’ve forgotten to mention, you see, my garden’s shambolic, a maze of tangle and secrets, another world… I know I’m just sitting here distracting myself from the horrors and fears of the world beyond my hedgerows, on the edge of sanity……


traumatising children,
nothing short of child-abuse,
dear, oh dear Mr Putin……

© 2022 robert greig

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