Outdoorsy Shite - April Top Trumps

[GrimmaTheNome]

Rules as before - nature 'spots' fauna and flora, points for rarity (absolute or relative to where seen), seasonality, eloquence of description. Please declare if you're in forrin parts or a mermaid.

Did I cover everything?

oo can I play?

I saw bats last night, in the garden - only ever seen them in a zoo before so very chuffed.

Bats are very cool. Welcome

not much today, we got hailed on tremendously

anyway:

long tailed tits, about 9 altogether, chasing and flinking through the trees, cuties

Shit - tis snowing.

Hope all the small things have somewhere warm to shelter.

loiner45 Where are you with your bats?

Yesterday I found the most amazing pond, it was absolutely seething and I mean seething with frogs, tadpoles and frogspawn. Must have been thousands of them in a pond that was really just a big puddle.

Oh do stop showing off.

Still not a lamb.

Hi egsit south coast - so no snow here yet, sunny but with a chill in the air - kept awake by foxes last night - they def thought spring had arrived

From my train window just now, an upwards sloping field of young crops,, against which flew three crows, black against the fresh April green.

Write a poem, write a poem!

Where are you going?

Back to Wales (sigh). I shall see how poetical I can be between now and Bristol...

When you go along the Severn under the Bridges, that's a good poetically inspirational place.

I remember writing about the sun glinting on the silver estuary, the patterns in the sandbanks, the fresh green of Spring and the ephemeral white bridge soaring etc etc etc when I was going back to the Midlands to University.

Of course I don't know which route you're taking Going under the river is considerably less inspiring.

Blackly gliding corvid shadows,
Daytime night against the green
Of swelling crop buds, April verdure.
Sex and death as one are seen.

Terribly trite last line - sorry. Am going the uninspiring route. That must be why.

Oh dear, I'm actually cringing at the stylistic poverty of the last line now.

I might as well have ended with "and then I woke up and it was all a dream."

It was very good, Northey.

I liked the word verdure.

I might as well have ended with, "And then I woke up and it was all a dream."

And poetry on demand is very hard.

"Write a poem about the route from Bristol to Newport. Now. Do it now. Go on."

Next spot just in: a very fat fox cantering stolidly up the edge of a field.

Anyone else want to chip in with a poetical spot?

Um....from where I am now? A jackdaw sitting on the compost heap

In verse, silly.

A jackdaw
Sitting on the compost heap
Tearing stale crusts with its corvid's beak
The greedy fucker.

Howzzat?

Ariel don't know where you live but if you want vast numbers of red kites schedule a visit to Harewood House. We went last summer for a family day thing so it was heaving with people, fairground type attractions and a big stage (bangra drums were pretty loud!). I counted 30 red kites at one point and they were most interested in scavenging. As this is outdoorsy shite you could choose a nearby quiet lane on a quiet day.

Very bold. Immediate, one might say.