coastal. on heath, common blue & spotted flycatcher. lunch on rocks interrupted as the shingle shifts animate & trots towards us, calling in warning: ringed plover has nest or young & moves us successfully on. 1/2 #birds
& all afternoon the sky drags itself heavy & sullen (all the farm dogs bark at peals of thunder & are drowned out then by the next sheet of falling metal) forked lightning in peripheral vision as you go & the plantation reeks of moisture a dream of being aflame
& glower & rinse in cycles, ditches & burns running quickly & high (start of feathermolt), 1 little grebe has a tufted trailer of little (little) grebes
& why the jackdaws focus on the field burned herbicide ochre? what nourishment is there in the dessicated & dead?
& the little grebes are back on eggs - for the 3rd time without success. sun through alder dapples on a cracked & abandoned slurry trailor. the waterllies you thought blackened - native or not - flower.