Flights of the butterfly

  • Dark morning

    Went for a short saunter at about five a.m. A little bird was singing his head off in a tree nearby. Now, this struck me as odd. It was a very dark, cloudy morning and about two hours before dawn. No moon, no starlight. Unless the little fella was using his smartphone, how did he know to…

  • A Crow and Buzzard story

    One morning, a buzzard was soaring above the field behind my house, about 70 metres away. The birds in the garden didn’t give a monkey’s about her. They were safely out of range, and probably too big or too mobile to present an easy meal. However, the local rooks took a different view. Initially, a…