Chaffinch on bended straw
Holding on for the ride
Like a red metal horse on a giant spring
I stare, it sings
3000 crows, maybe more
Gather noisly on the telegraph wires
4000 crows now, maybe more
Start fighting, some gore
Sea mist coming in over the Antrim shore
Sea mist cooling air round our skin
Farmer's wince for the time of day
Too late for the last of the hay
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 8:43 AM UTC
Chaffinch on bended straw
Holding on for the ride
Like a red metal horse on a giant spring
I stare, it sings
3000 crows, maybe more
Gather noisly on the telegraph wires
4000 crows now, maybe more
Start fighting, some gore
Sea mist coming in over the Antrim shore
Sea mist cooling air round our skin
Farmer's wince for the time of day
Too late for the last of the hay
Notes from my break on the North Antrim coast in Northern Ireland staying near Portrush. Not far from the Giant's causeway.
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