I don’t
Kereru, with wonderful white bib
There are a pair perched high
In
the cottonwood tree
They are close together
They seem
The best of friends
They fly away
Swooping to gain speed
And then
Glide
Almost straight up
Until they stall
And then
They do it again
Having such fun
They are so fat
It’s a wonder they can fly at all
Cheeky mynah
Stands on the table
In front of my cabin
Cocks its head
Sideways looking
At me
With one eye
She is chocolatey brown
And comes from
India, I think
Mister kingfisher
Is perched in the tree
On the lawn
As the lawn is wet with rain
Big fat worm
Comes out of
The ground
To have a look around
But doesn’t know
Mr Kingfisher is looking
For a meal
And in a flash
Worm is hanging
From Mr Kingfisher’s beak
Yum
Breakfast, lunch or dinner?
Hawks own
The big sky in front of my cabin
They soar
They dive
Having a wonderful time
Without a care
In the world
As free as the wind
Wouldn’t it be lovely
To be amongst the clouds
Like a hawk
They are often in pairs
The best of friends
Tui is jetting around too
With his white bow tie
And chortle
A bit of a bully
Likes to chase small birds
Then there is thrush
Who seems content
To all day sing a tune
To no one in particular
Just enjoying making music
A pair of paradise duck
Cruise by occasionally
They are in pairs too
I’m sure they are mates for life
With lots of love,
Grandfather
PS. I wonder if there are some birds around you
