(The following is an excerpt from the Regenerative Poems, Short Stories and Recipes for the Soul chapter of my book Recipes For Reciprocity: The Regenerative Way From Seed To Table)
Your words are beautiful, Gavin, and so are your photographs. And that video...what a find! As much as I treasure winter, hearing the birdsong when spring begins is so precious. I have Robins hopping all over my yard now. :) And I saw a Chickadee in the woods yesterday. xo
Your writing makes me miss my homeland, the UK! The birdsong, the bluebell woods and the enchantment all come to life through your words.
Dawn here is much quieter in terms of birdsong; the hooded crows, jackdaws and magpies screech and caw. The circling sparrow hawk screeches as the sparrows in my paddock chirp and chatter but the songbirds have all left for temperate climes; the robin, blackbirds and thrushes. At least the hoopoes have returned, strange tousled creatures that they are, hoop, hoop, hooping around at daybreak.
All magical I suppose but a different kind of magic compared to home.
The faerie man composer of birdsong music is amazing, but would have to be, with the name Cosmo Sheldrake!
When I started planting the birds just showed up and multiplied.
Took me a while to get to this... trying to catch up on emails!
This is absolutely LOVELY. Thank you, Gavin!! xo xo
PS... I am hoping to buy your book once I make it to May 3rd... ^_^
Thank you!
Your words are beautiful, Gavin, and so are your photographs. And that video...what a find! As much as I treasure winter, hearing the birdsong when spring begins is so precious. I have Robins hopping all over my yard now. :) And I saw a Chickadee in the woods yesterday. xo
Ah, I love dat wee chickadee!
Your writing makes me miss my homeland, the UK! The birdsong, the bluebell woods and the enchantment all come to life through your words.
Dawn here is much quieter in terms of birdsong; the hooded crows, jackdaws and magpies screech and caw. The circling sparrow hawk screeches as the sparrows in my paddock chirp and chatter but the songbirds have all left for temperate climes; the robin, blackbirds and thrushes. At least the hoopoes have returned, strange tousled creatures that they are, hoop, hoop, hooping around at daybreak.
All magical I suppose but a different kind of magic compared to home.
The faerie man composer of birdsong music is amazing, but would have to be, with the name Cosmo Sheldrake!