Only So Much Rain

We have now realised that the birds partaking of the front garden feeders are field residents from across the road. Their numbers now include gymnastic blue tits and patient sparrows here waiting their turn at the trough. Our young visitors bear only so much rain before disappearing, following further leakage from the clouds, leaving theContinue reading “Only So Much Rain”

Chancing Their Claws

I was prompted by ‘Time Clock’, today’s thought-provoking post from SueW, to visit my library to retrieve a teenage poem I penned more than sixty years ago. I began with the classic iambic pentameter, then tried something more concrete. Through mirky windows on this the gloomiest morning of the week I watched still timid visitorsContinue reading “Chancing Their Claws”