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Thursday 22 October 2009
Great Spotted Woodpecker
It was full of showers, every time I started to take a picture, down it came stopping any photographing. Still its bound to stop! Well, I couldn't take one, so, here is one from the archives.
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
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