Curlew Calling

I heard the curlew calling this morning as he flew above the moor. A wonderful sign of Spring Curlew Calling An eerie song from a distant rise, Curlew calling the song of the wild. Mysterious and haunting; music to love, A beguiling silhouette, glides above. He searches the moor for a suitable site, To build

Bees

I saw the first bee on the meadow this morning. A soothing and relaxing sound. Bees Man needs bees to live to pollinate plants and trees save them or we fade Sue Wood

Swallow Season

Swallow Season One day they arrive in a frenzied flight, On a beautiful morning, with sky so bright. Swooping and soaring, they show off their skills, Diving and spinning, they perform at will. Hunting in flight, with acrobatic flair, Butterflies and moths come out (if they dare). The season is short, and soon they are