Back again to Mudeford Quay to take in the days' swansong. The clouds a touch thicker and darker this evening; we were gifted a lovely sunset nonetheless. I wasn't the only one taking it the sinking Sun; I wonder if and how other creatures register and experience things like sunsets.
Showing posts with label Swan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Swan. Show all posts
Thursday, 7 September 2023
Friday, 11 May 2018
Ride a white swan?
Ride a white swan Bolan said in T.Rex's 1970 hit. Have you ever tried to? They really don't like it. Though I enjoy the music of T.Rex, I always thought Bolan was a a bit of a twat. Seriously though, you can watch swans gracefully gliding on a river for ages, it really quite relaxing. Did you know all the swans belong to the crown, and only the crown can eat them.
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Dorset,
Ride a white swan,
River Stour,
Swan,
Thoop mill
Saturday, 17 February 2018
Swan song
Why do we still use overhead power lines? Why isn't all that shit buried, it's ugly and dangerous. A beautiful swan, a big bird too, done by an unseen power line down the lanes. Cycling the lanes recently I'd noticed a few groups of swans settled in
fields, apparently they enjoy grazing in them. You'd have thought with the rivers and harbour nearby, and the high numbers of waterfowl, migratory and otherwise in the area, that more lines would be marked with bird diverters. Or even better, put overheads underground, like the other utilities; pylons and expanses of wire appear so archaic.
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Christchurch,
dead swan,
power lines,
Swan,
the lanes
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