And this week, finally, the woodpeckers and, today, the white breasted nuthatch, started using the feeder on the shepherd's crook. It's taken them a year to trust the area after the big dead cherry branch had to be cut before it fell on me. That was their overhead cover from hawks. Very glad to see them back.
Basho haiku today
Skylark on moor
sweet song
of non-attachment
One of my earliest memories is the skylark singing over the moor, so high he was invisible, squinting up to find the little dot in the sky.
And finally, have you tried the Accidental Poetry game? Pick out books, stack them so the titles make a little thought. Like this
You can emphasize it a couple of different ways.
But nothing will ever top the wonderful government statistical publication entitled Population of the British Isles, Broken Down by Age and Sex. Well, aren't we all?
