Sunday, 16 July 2023

Those Beautiful First Group Bird Sightings.

 A cover of coots, water-nymphs tormenting a stilled silence.

A murder of crows, loudly whispering all that local gossip. 

A peep of chickens, awaiting a magnificent new morning.

A dole of doves, hiding amongst honey pots lost up high. 

A trip of dotterel wearily gazes on wet withering leaves.

A charm of finches, in a cold darkening night sky shiver.


A gaggle of geese emboldened watchdogs their territory patrol.

A kettle of hawks, roaming since ancient times armorial.

A siege of herons, Long-necked elegant solitary birds stand.

A brood of hens, scratching grey mounds of cold ashes.

A cast of falcons, like weird ghosts haunting this world.

A party of jays,  hoarding and stealing trinkets of gold.


An exaltation of larks, flitting in a thousand and one nights.

A deceit of lapwings, in oak trees hold twilight meetings.

A tidings of magpies, With sheen and green gloss tail. 

A sord of mallards, green head and yellow bill ducks.

A watch of nightingales, sweetly Singing day and Night.

A parliament of owls, dusty from flour in an old mill house.


An ostentation of peacocks, an extravagant courting couple.

A covey of partridges, fearless in gorse bushes hidden.

A company of parrots, glistening like shiny fool's gold.

A congregation of plovers, a voice ever so silver-tongued.

A colony of penguins, curiously strange slipping and sliding.

A nye of pheasants, flourishing invisibly in pine woods 


A bevy of quail, fairy rings hiding them from us.

An unkindness of ravens, haunting those black cold nights.

A building of rooks, swallowing baby frogs like no tomorrow.

A wisp of snipe, Bleating together in wetland waters.

A muster of storks, graceful lanky marsh waders.

A murmuration of starlings, huddle together from a rain storm.


A host of sparrows, beautiful contemptuous uninterrupted flow.

A flight of swallows, those cozy mud hut houses build.

A spring of teal, silver grey flan, and yellow-tailed. 

A pitying of turtledoves, a dainty evocative sounding purr.

A descent of woodpeckers, wallowing in wind-blown flowers.

A fall of woodcocks, roaming through those straw fields.

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