Woody revisits

We have always done a lot to get the birds to visits our garden. Several years ago families of Great Spotted Woodpeckers visited my special constructed “Woody” pole. Magpies moved in and the Woodpeckers and other birds became fewer. Early one morning a couple of weeks ago, we were lying in bed with our cup of Tea, when we heard a Woodpecker in one of the dead branches in our old plum tree. I have specially left the many dead branches on the deceased tree to encourage the birds. Between us we managed to get the camera and take several pictures of this female Great Spotted Woodpecker. As can be seen, from the flying dust, she was hard at work. She came back a few more times, but lately we haven’t seen her. but we have seen plenty of signs of her
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The owl

I search the forest tree by tree Whilst looking for an Owl I look and look but cannot find That clever silent fowl. Across the hoary frozen ground I walk along with craning neck I do look up and all around And quietly hiss O heck! The hoarfrost crackles under foot The trees are leafless, bare and brown In rotted hole above my head He blinks his eyes whilst looking down He flies on silent wings at night And from this hole that is his house He softly hoots and scans the ground To find his meal a trembling mouse. That clever silent flying fowl One day O yes one day I will see If I just act the trembling mouse Perhaps it will come to me. Said he the stranger that I met The owl drops pellets on the ground So if you want to find that fowl Do humbly bow your head look down Poul Thorsen 2013
I search the forest tree by tree
Whilst looking for an Owl
I look and look but cannot find
That clever silent fowl.
Across the hoary frozen ground
I walk along with craning neck
I do look up and all around
And quietly hiss O heck!
The hoarfrost crackles under foot
The trees are leafless, bare and brown
In rotted hole above my head
He blinks his eyes whilst looking down
He flies on silent wings at night
And from this hole that is his house
He softly hoots and scans the ground
To find his meal a trembling mouse.
That clever silent flying fowl
One day O yes one day I will see
If I just act the trembling mouse
Perhaps it will come to me.
Said he the stranger that I met
The owl drops pellets on the ground
So if you want to find that fowl
Do humbly bow your head look down
Poul Thorsen 2013