A new poem by Viktoria Schroedel-Rother
Tag: birds
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The emu-wren diaries
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Secret love
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Birding in the backyard counts
I lift the cup to my lips, breathing in the earl grey bouquet as it mixes with the scents of my garden in spring. My laptop sits open with unread emails to attend to but I relish the moment. It is quiet, peaceful. I know that it won't be quiet for long.
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The vagaries of vagrant-chasers explained
People who do twitching are called twitchers and twitch can also be used as a verb for doing the activity. But what exactly is it that twitchers do and why are they cleaning their bins because of it?...