
Saturday, 14 November 2009
Friday, 13 November 2009
Thursday, 12 November 2009
Saker Falcon
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Monday, 9 November 2009
Sunday, 8 November 2009
Saturday, 7 November 2009
Friday, 6 November 2009
House Sparrow (Forest of Dean)
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Monday, 2 November 2009
Sunday, 1 November 2009
Saturday, 31 October 2009
Friday, 30 October 2009
Blue Tit at New Fancy
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Monday, 26 October 2009
Sunday, 25 October 2009
The Owl
Saturday, 24 October 2009
Friday, 23 October 2009
Thursday, 22 October 2009
Great Spotted Woodpecker
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
Monday, 19 October 2009
Sunday, 18 October 2009
Blackbird (A day at The Marshes in Lydney)
Black, bold, a suggestion of dark
Places about it, there yet should come
Such rich music, as though the notes'
Ore were changed to a rare metal
At one touch of that bright bill.
You have heard it often, alone at your desk
In a green April, your mind drawn
Away from its work by sweet disturbance
Of the mild evening outside your room.
A slow singer, but loading each phrase
With history's overtones, love, joy
And grief learned by his dark tribe
In other orchards and passed on
Instinctively as they are now,
But fresh always with new tears.
A poem by Ronald Stuart Thomas
Saturday, 17 October 2009
Friday, 16 October 2009
Thursday, 15 October 2009
Hooded Vulture (ICBP)
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