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Shapwick Heath on Easter Sunday

April 26, 2019

The sky was clear from horizon to horizon. Bitterns boomed. Lots of little birds twittered invisibly in the reeds. Swans, ducks, herons and a little egret were visible. Two geese flew overhead, conducting a loud and animated conversation. Men strode past with seriously big telephoto lenses on their backs. Cyclists whizzed along the track with such a loud crunching of gravel that I doubt if they could hear the birds. The oak trees were suddenly looking properly green.

birchesmustardoak reflectedoaksstripes

Caution: deep water

4 Comments leave one →
  1. Beau Beausoleil permalink
    April 26, 2019 5:41 pm

    Dear Ama,

    Before I opened your post and saw the photographs I sat and read your words alone. It read like a lovely prose poem and the run on line birchesmustardoak relectedoakssstripes – followed by Caution:deep water

    seemed pure genius. It took me there and I saw and heard under everything!!

    All best,
    Beau

    The sky was clear from horizon to horizon. Bitterns boomed. Lots of little birds twittered invisibly in the reeds. Swans, ducks, herons and a little egret were visible. Two geese flew overhead, conducting a loud and animated conversation. Men strode past with seriously big telephoto lenses on their backs. Cyclists whizzed along the track with such a loud crunching of gravel that I doubt if they could hear the birds. The oak trees were suddenly looking properly green.

    birchesmustardoak reflectedoaksstripes

    Caution: deep water

  2. April 26, 2019 7:33 pm

    Thank you Beau. It must be your influence because it was written in an interval of putting Harness of Bone into book-sized pages!

  3. Jane Paterson permalink
    April 27, 2019 12:44 pm

    I was on Ham Wall on Easter Sunday morning also listening to the booming bitterns, accompanied by a brilliant chorus of blackcaps and marsh frogs. Then again the unmistakeable call of Canada geese as three skated onto the mere. In the distance several great white egrets were fishing elegantly on the edge of the reeds and orangetip butterflies were in great abundance. On my way back I stopped to listen to the glorious song of a mistle thrush. An excellent Easter Day.

    Sent from my iPad

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  4. April 28, 2019 10:52 am

    If we’d walked a little further we might have met you! It was a glorious morning to be out.

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