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  • Writer's picturemeldennison

A bird in the hand

Updated: Feb 29





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Last year we had a family of Magpies nesting in our Ash tree, right at the bottom of our garden. It was a source of of joy and amusement watching the family develop and grow. It was also ever so slightly annoying, as young Magpies are mischievous, and want to explore everything, including my flower pots. I would wake up to find compost spilling out all over the place, and plants dug up. They even damaged the washing line, pulling out the connector on the garage. Still, I enjoyed their presence, as I watched them chase each other up and down the garden wall, or land for a drink at the bird bath. Their calls were the theme tune to my life, a constant wall of sound (not the gentlest, rather dinosaurial at times). Birds often inspire my writing, and here are a few examples.


Magpie Song

 

You sound like a hinge

or a squeaky wheel that needs oiling

Football rattles

Maracas

A pepper mill grinding

No melody

Like the blackbird

or thrushes’ song

Your calls remind me of witches cackles

Hyenas laughing

on the savannah

No harmony

rhythm

or blues

But if I had to choose

I'd say melodies

are overrated

With your black bejewelled

eye

You have tools

Imagination

A corvid brain

Which no refrain

can surpass


 

Magpie Thief

 

My garden is like a precious jewel

that magpies would like to steal

they glide over,

landing on the

garage roof,

a sycamore branch,

pulling out roots

searching,

exploring,

beaks probing

amongst cracks and crevices

looking for a morsel

in gutters, and newly planted pots

digging up bedding

making a mess

alighting on the trellis

pecking

checking

with your fathomless eyes

shining

chattering

abrupt

scissored calls

shattering

the silence

of these four walls


feathery haiku 1.

 

Proud magpie stands like

a mountaineer on a peak -

beak full of spiders

 

 

 

feathery haiku 2.

 

garden of black

white and petrol green - crumbs

swirling on water

 

 

 

feathery haiku 3.

 

 

black and white jet dives

high speed fighter, sunlit wings -

blink and she's gone.

 

 

feathery haiku 4.

 

dazzling rainbow with

blue, green and purple sheen

lost Magpie feather


The Magpie and the Fox

 

Sniffing inquisitively

With a coat of dirty auburn

Urban fox

Trotting through a suburban

Garden

Rustling leaves

Camouflage

Rushing through the willow

On its tail not far

Behind; a Magpie!

Resolute with

Determination glittering

in its sharp

Black Eye

Harrying the fox

Angrily

Hurrying

Worrying

Chasing the nervous fox away

Across the road

No mercy or quarter shown

Driving the fox out of his

lair to roam

Incredible that a bird

Can bully a fox,

Giving him such a scare

That he runs far from his home


If I have driven you mad with poems about Magpies, take a breath...I also have one or two about other birds....


I live in the suburbs not far from a main road, and it is not uncommon to hear the deafening din of traffic alongside the diverse calls of local birdlife....


roadsweeper

and a blackbird's

full throated song


One visitor we see daily is the little brown Dunnock, a much maligned and unappreciated creature...


overlooked

little brown bird ...

Dunnock

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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