The Bird Garden at Wild Poplars has just opened! But an acrostic landed first so here it is, with an introduction to my family who live in the real Bird Garden at Wild Poplars…
On waking, donning a woolly hat and wrapping my dressing gown tight around me, I totter down the steps of my static, with various different seed containers threatening to tumble out of still sleepy fingers. At its height, eight pairs of tiny feet ran towards me with barely audible little cheeps of undisguised pleasure. These pheasant hens (braver than their male counterparts who run equally fast in the opposite direction) made me a mother in a moment. Currently we’re down to these two and two cocks.
By the time I return inside, the kettle has boiled and I sit on a sagging green pouffe watching as various feathered families gather for breakfast.
These two precious hours - when poems fly in, insights swoop down and turn into prose, taste of simplicity, silence and precision. Exquisite. The broad skies unravel themselves wide, wide, seldom failing to elicit awe.
I recognise the privilege. And I am deeply grateful. Cold and economies dissolve into the landscape and commitment to produce something which materially enriches lives spikes my coffee.
E xpressing their
Who’s the family?
In no particular order: blackbirds, wren, robins, blue tits, great tits (Tweedledee and Tweedledum), coal tits, black-cap tits, long-tailed tits, sparrows, dunnocks, a charm of goldfinches (22 at the last count), green and spotted woodpeckers, Feisty (tiny, fierce but frail blue tit), fieldfares, kits, occasional buzzards, nuthatches, cock pheasants, pheasant hens (pictured), The Black Watch (a pair of jackdaws) sometimes joined by the hangers-on, jays, thrushes, pigeons, starlings, honking geese (late afternoon), owl (tawny I think) SO FAR… not forgetting a murder of writers and our Guest Poet who live with the corvids.
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So where to start? With the support of some of my ‘murder of writers’ may I invite you to consider a new word: ‘empopo’…
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