( I made a right mess of that "Lapwing" at the front) Seeing as the huge storm that was forecast hadn't actually arrived (yet?) the Dog and me drove round to the Big Pool ..... whilst on the way, the wind got up "something considerable" (!) and when we got there we could hardly get the car door open. I could see loads of hirundines flying really low over the pool, and when I got closer and could get a good look I found there were at least 80 of them.... and every one of them was a Sand Martin. And they were completely silent .... none of that soothing buzz they make normally. We were very quiet too. But The Dog was keen to get running around so I descended to the river-edge saltmarsh and kept him busy stick-fetching. By that time the wind had got up a notch or two and there was v. little to see .... and 25 mins later we were back at the pool, which now only held 12 Silent Sand Martins. The weather was getting even more ominous as we drove away, but as we went by the low-tide shallow river a single Avocet was swishing along the river-bed. Which was good. Just another day in a little life. And here's a fine Roy Harper song re-imagined by Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel The kettle's on, the sun has gone, another day
She offers me Tibetan tea on a flower tray She's at the door, she wants to score She dearly needs to say I loved you a long time ago, you know Where the wind's own 'Forget-me-nots blow But I just couldn't let myself go Not knowing what on earth, there was to know But I wish that I had 'cause I'm feeling so sad That I never had one of your children Then across the room, inside the tomb, a chance has waxed and waned The night is young, why are we so hung up in each other's chains? I must take her and I must make her while the dove domains And feel the juice run as she flies Run my wings under her sighs as the flames of eternity rise To lick us with the first born lash of dawn Oh, really, my dear, I can't see what we fear Sat here with ourselves in between us And at the door, we can't say more than just another day And without a sound I turn around and I walk away
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