Bird life

They are free to move

They see the same places as me but from above

Skylarks in summer

Noisy migratory flocks (of what I’m not sure, I would love to be able to identify them) in autumn, formation flying their way out to The Wash.

Wood Pigeons, Crows and Starlings always

An occasional oyster catcher, lost

Lapwings distinct flight shapes

Fieldfares and Redwings in winter

A lonely Little Egret stalking the ditches

Leaving traces, their feet tracked in snow and mud