A dawn chorus to
die for; who knew that they could
lay on such a treat?
by Scooj.
A dawn chorus to
die for; who knew that they could
lay on such a treat?
by Scooj.
Fearing my approach
gulls sidle away from me
before taking flight.
by Scooj

He loves her so much,
his proclamation is clear
for all to witness.
by Scooj
My mother told me I really should go and check out a beautiful bird mural in the centre of Chichester when I was visiting a week or two ago, so I did.

The mural, which overlooks the Baffins Lane car park, is by ROA, and was created during the Chichester street art festival in 2013.

Although his work appears throughout Europe and beyond, little is known about the artist from Ghent, Belgium.

He specialises in pictures of animals, often gracefully contorted in death poses. These birds however, are very much alive. I will have to look out his work in Bristol.

Hunched and replete
while Old Father Thames glides by;
enough fish today.
by Scooj
Ducking and diving,
unspoken understanding;
synchronicity
by Scooj
She looked after me
and pointed out the blackbirds
when I was little.
by Scooj
to honour my cousin once removed’s seventieth birthday today.
Slow lowland rivers,
pulling nets for a living,
those halcyon days.
by Scooj
Discarded fast-food;
a gull, impatient, gorges.
Speared from the inside.
by Scooj
I saw this unfortunate gull today at the Harbourside in Bristol. It left me feeling conflicted. Gulls are a bit of a nuisance and will raid the bins to satisfy their opportunistic lifestyle, and in doing so often litter the surroundings. However, this is not a nice predicament, and I am left wondering if things will turn out ok.
Vibrant tricolor
and flanking golden flashes
majestic goldfinch
by Scooj