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Wird Batcher
Cut meadows pale and short held Lapwing young still fluffy but nearly grown, with parents which were wary of the Crows who strode the same turf. Their young croaking, following, dark in the bright shorn grass.. Pied wagtails picked flies at a run and Starlings noisily high stepping in a crowd.
A Yellowhammer rattled out its song at front of stage while distant Curlews' calls arythmic descant filled in between wall and hedge and moor.
As if from a gun's retort the world lifted as Swallows' alarms pierced the peace and the air became specked with birds. A Hobby came sliding over the skyline, wings angled, gliding downslope towards the crowded panicky flocks.
Swifts followed, scything over cut fields, arcing, racing to keep pace with their nemesis. Seconds went and the falcon was gone. Starlings bunched on wires, Lapwings spiralled to fields.
Down where the land lay in gentler folds - plump and rich and hedge lined, Tree sparrows chirped and a Whitethroat's song stabbed from the bramble, now pricked with flowers, safe in the thorn, and elderflowers spread their discs of froth to replace the cow parsley already run to seed.
The valley dozed in a midsummer afternoon and deep shadows slept beneath the ash where a Kestrel, briefly flashing in the sun, took a vole to its young somewhere in its hollow.
A Yellowhammer rattled out its song at front of stage while distant Curlews' calls arythmic descant filled in between wall and hedge and moor.
As if from a gun's retort the world lifted as Swallows' alarms pierced the peace and the air became specked with birds. A Hobby came sliding over the skyline, wings angled, gliding downslope towards the crowded panicky flocks.
Swifts followed, scything over cut fields, arcing, racing to keep pace with their nemesis. Seconds went and the falcon was gone. Starlings bunched on wires, Lapwings spiralled to fields.
Down where the land lay in gentler folds - plump and rich and hedge lined, Tree sparrows chirped and a Whitethroat's song stabbed from the bramble, now pricked with flowers, safe in the thorn, and elderflowers spread their discs of froth to replace the cow parsley already run to seed.
The valley dozed in a midsummer afternoon and deep shadows slept beneath the ash where a Kestrel, briefly flashing in the sun, took a vole to its young somewhere in its hollow.