From the window

 

Tree silence

bird background babble

calm of the countryside

jays bob amid the mown stalks

blackbirds sing

 

~listen~

 

the strident chords of the feathered chase

frantic flutter of blackbird wings

after jay-thief

the distress of parents

the same in any language.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

14 thoughts on “From the window”

  1. I used to visit a friend (I’d still be visiting him, but he died a few years ago), and he had a bird bath outside his office window. Every now and then, a big blue jay would come and squawk and chase the other birds away. The other birds (smaller) would complain, and sometimes if they were enough they’d chase the jay away. Until the jay decided another visit to the bird bath would do.

    It isn’t all sweet chirping. Bird-drama is intense in its own way, as you poetically and lively note.

    1. There are the songs and there are the calls and cries. The calls, whistles, hoarse cries, usually mean something unpleasant is happening. I’ve noticed that the buzzards are systematically attacked by the crows. I know when they’re at it because they make a different noise that sounds more like a quack than a caw. All a buzzard has to do is sail over, and out of the blue, literally, they crows appear, dive-bombing and quacking until the buzzard drifts away then they flap off home. I’ve never worked out why they do it.

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