Sitting still #2

Time to sit and stare out of the window 

The sky is blue with lots of bright white fluffy clouds. From time to time, I see birds flying over, mostly pigeons, sometimes faster birds that I fail to identify. 

I’m wondering how to get them to visit my roof. Maybe some bird food? A feeder? 

There’s pears on the tree and M has been gathering hazelnuts daily. There’s already a hint of red in the leaves of the pear tree. Bright orange berries festoon the fire thorn. I check the aerials but there’s nothing perched on any of them. There are a number of whites in the garden, probably small whites but it’s hard to say from this distance. 

Even though I’m looking through the bins, I see nothing moving in the trees. A single crow pauses on the aerial for a few seconds. Eventually, even the three pigeons hanging out on the roof fly off. A single magpie, “Good afternoon Mr Magpie, how’s your wife today?” zips past on important business. A herring gull flaps past. 

I have books about pigeons and gulls. Perhaps I should read them as they are my most common spot.

 
The father (I suspect) of next door’s kittens prowls along the fence.

I think about the line I read today, from Jane Kenyon's poem, Three Songs at the End of Summer that was shared by a favourite blog of mine called Bugwoman's Adventures in London,

The garden sprawls and spoils.

🪽Gull Fact: The average lifespan of a herring gull is 12 years