Monthly Archives: Mar 2023

Grim-faced, Rose gripped the wheel of the land-rover, like fighting an enraged bull she wrestled to keep to the track avoiding fallen branches and debris, reminders of last night’s storm. The song Rock a bye baby kept coming to mind. Finally she stopped, raised her binoculars and with tears in her eyes, finally smiled, the protected osprey nest still sat in the treetop.

Statuesque the owl sits unblinking listening to the night

High above the rising moon casts long shadows in the grass

While below his lofty perch a beetle makes unhurried progress