Low sun painting steel girders pink. 4:30 already the feel of evening, as heat flows from desert to sea. On a construction site, stunted...

Beak's a bit big...

I was outside having a vape - turns out it's not as illegal as I had thought - when I heard a song. Yes, a singing tree. I could see the...

I suppose it could be fatherlove. Not sure if male doves care for the young.

SeaWyld is an informal online poetry writing gathering. Host L.E. tells us about a creature and we write two poems using suggested...

What I found on my desk one morning.

You know, I’m not feeling all that wild and wonderful at the moment. In two weeks, I saw only those three bird species – sparrow, dove...

I know... hard to see.

What it says.

So, this sculpture was made by Louise Bourgeois. My ex-mentor Mandy mentioned it to me – coincidentally – as Bourgeois, it seems, said...

Travelling broadens horizons. Or so they say. But I rather think it depends. Let’s say you are already open, tolerant and curious. You...

It may be an African collared dove.

Astonishingly, after the orientation on the first day, I was told not to come in the next day as there'd be nothing to do - and after...

Divo.

The copse on a misty morning the day before my departure.

Not one of my photos! This was kindly contributed by Dave Jackson.

Apologies for the poor sketch to accompany CC's lovely haiku.

Final assignment for the worm course.

Back garden guests.

Nope. Don't know what kind of 'shroom it is.