Here's a reminder of us birdwatching at Far Ings Nature Reserve one New Years Day.

Created by Lynn one month ago

Dear Aunty Eileen,

 

We watched the crows

We watched the crows,

At a little distance from us,

Become white as silver

As they flew in the sunshine;

And when they went still further

They looked like shapes of water

Passing over the green fields.

 

Dorothy Wordsworth (1771 - 1855)

Poems in the Waiting Room - Winter Library, January 2025.