Of all the hours, my favourite may be the magic hour. Wisps of clouds across the sky, and swallows curving in fives or tens or fifteens around a particularly orange summer setting sun. What a relief my dear, to experience summer is finally here. Watch our cares and our worries disappear, and our obfuscated figures […]
Let me tell you a secret. I am not a writer, really, not at all. I am an artist. Ever since I was a little boy I have been drawing pictures and people love them. This makes me happy because I love them too. My understanding of the world and any confidence in it comes […]
I’ve been observing the Old World sparrows this week I like how there are always at least four as if they are scoring characters in the air so thin you could cut it with a knife ribboning the air or rather Einsteining it.
In my free time I listen to blackbirds. This is because I spend a lot of my free time on my laptop in my bedroom by the window on the fourth floor and outside my window there is always a blackbird singing, a male, it is the males who sing, and their songs are always […]
The mating call of the male sparrow begins quietly a melodic sweet sounding whisper and swells and fills the air sharply shattering it.
Beautiful birds. I purchase the multi-seed bread with ancient grains now, and every day I cut up a piece in small croutons and leave it out for the birds, and I watch sparrows and goldfinches and doves fly down and pick a piece, and carry it away. I imagine they take it to their chicks […]
A group of swallows is known as a flight. One flew over my head just earlier on the hottest day in London yet – a glorious twenty four degrees Celsius – which could only mean one thing: summer has finally arrived.