Stephen
I'll be sending photocopies of my field notes & sketch's to the Cumbria recorder with a SAE .
I'll also be going back to that location (not for any gull !) but for the resplendence of the first few hours of a new day......
The beast have not yet stirred, calves lying close to their mothers, backs steaming.
A distant Tawny calling, says goodnight as the morning begins outside his ivy-clad Ash.
Along the lane, an ashen pair of wings lift up out of the bank-side, this ghostly assassin has yet to complete his nightshift, & floats off in silence, dissolving into the mist.
The first sharp tones from the sentinal of the marsh pierce the air of the saltmarsh & remind the day to begin.
The creatures of the darkness are away now, the vixen steals off along the Hawthorn lines.
As the tide ebbs the streamlined fisherman heads out over the sand-bar & slinks into the water to push out over the merging mix of waters & mud.
Shades are lighter by the moment as the dawn arrives, the huddled waders hop & stretch, their calling intensifies.
Then everyone flies everywhere, the flocks take to the sky!
In unision, the tight groups of wings audibly tearing through the air.
The master of the sky with navy cape & black moustache, graces the estuary but has rudely awakened its morning solitude.
A chink in the cool greyness of cloud allows down a shaft of warming light & allows..............
a SEAGULL to read its map, its lost you see!
Duck orange' is sat close by.............
"you know how to get to the Med?"
"Nein."
& they ALL lived Happily ever after....or did they....
The END.
Steve.
