Edited by Patricia Stammers, Tuesday, 1 Jan 2013, 16:38
Surprised to find a poem inspired by a piece of music.
The bridleway flood is subsiding and the water has left several inches of grey mud and islands of sand. I nearly took off when the air was rent by four almost deafening shots the other day. I don't suppose the birds took any notice although the gun fire is supposed to discourage them from stealing the crops.
They must pose a serious threat because the farmer uses scarecrows dressed in yellow, in the fields, a hovering plastic bird of impressive dimensions and a gun. I dunno I thought, after watching the bird for a while. That bird never lands or changes flight path? Ages before I realised!
I have just discovered a recipe for instant enjoyment.
Half a pint of freshly squeezed orange juice. ( to drink I mean )
Can Grey Sky
Surprised to find a poem inspired by a piece of music.
The bridleway flood is subsiding and the water has left several inches of grey mud and islands of sand. I nearly took off when the air was rent by four almost deafening shots the other day. I don't suppose the birds took any notice although the gun fire is supposed to discourage them from stealing the crops.
They must pose a serious threat because the farmer uses scarecrows dressed in yellow, in the fields, a hovering plastic bird of impressive dimensions and a gun. I dunno I thought, after watching the bird for a while. That bird never lands or changes flight path? Ages before I realised!
I have just discovered a recipe for instant enjoyment.
Half a pint of freshly squeezed orange juice. ( to drink I mean )