Fussing Whitethroat…
(Budle Bay, Northumberland, early morning, 27th April 2026…)
Along the road to Bamburgh from Waren Mill on a fresh, bright
April morning, my eyes were focussed upon Budle’s spacious bay at low tide,
Where leaning avocets stroked black beaks in channels and a proud egret stalked upright,
Whilst a bead of water hung from a curlew’s gleaming bill and an oystercatcher, identified
By its shrieks and flashy flight and red beak, wore such a glorious, glossy black coat…
Amongst shrubbery overlooking the bay, a short chorus, nay, a shriek
Pierced the cold roar of the prevailing morning wind and, watching and warning
From the top of a sapling as I approached, with keen eyes and an open beak
Perched a small bird, likely distracting my attention from its nest site, yet fawning
And announcing itself as a cute, colourful, alert and tuneful Whitethroat…
Pete Ray…
27th April 2026…
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