
Yesterday we woke
To two perfect young thrushes
Lying together motionless
Outside our back door
Not even a year old
Pristine white breasts
Delicate spots not fully marked
Beaks never to feed again
Eyes never to see
Voices never to be heard
They are buried now by the old garden shed
Soft earth surrounds them
Leaves cushion them
A twigged cross
A sprig of rosemary in remembrance
A bunch of bright red berries
To mark their resting place
A Taisé song of Peace sung for them
In place of all the songs they will never sing to us…
Let us do all we can to protect our birds…
Food throught the year
Clean water
ice broken when frozen
In harsh cold weather
Places in the garden for shelter
Wormy lawns and bits of dead wood
Untidy corners for foraging
Bird-friendly grasses, flowers, plants, trees,
Seed heads left to over winter
All providing food and shelter.
No poisoned land which in turn poisons them
We wake to dawn choruses
We go to sleep with the curlews crying
Across the bay
We watch a myriad of birds throughout each day
Searching
Scratching
Serenading
Nesting
Nurturing
Gathering
Coming and going
Let us make sure this continues
May we always wake to the sounds of these amazing companions🙏
Two Organisations who inform on and protect birds in the UK and Ireland: