My Favourite Things

[nightshade]

Just sitting and watching, then as the mist clears, seeing close up the deer you could hear.
A Dormouse so sleepy in the moss near you.
Sparrows, with the volume turned right up, arguing the toss over a dust bath.
Natterers emerging from a barn, checking the standing figure, flying close enough to feel the draft of their passes.
Pipistrelle no weight, appraising eyes, settled into your hand.
Adder curled up in the sunshine, patterning bright and sharp.
Heron parachuting into my pond,standing crest erect before getting down to business.
Mr. and Mrs.Bullfinch, very staid, watching the Goldfinches skirmishing over feeder perches.
Young Dunnock, feet very soft and pink, sipping water while watching me watching.
The Fox that fell in the pond, very thin when wet!
The bitterly cold snow, laced with footprints. A cat went that way a Fox went that way, over there Redwings, Robin at the edge.
Starlings, many shaped beaks, arrive in a flock then settle out feeding. Long beaks probing, shorter beaks in the leaf litter and spatting around the feeders.
Dawns, Rooks and Crows silhouetted going to the fields, Dusks the same coming back, some wings more black, jagged after losing a few feathers.
Dragons warming warily in the early sun shivering their motorised wings, then off zooming, darting, cruising, dotting into the distance to come hurtling back
and perching jewel-like on a sunny reed.
Grasshoppers on the hot earth, shiny beetles, busy ants, Slow Worm watching.
Stoats helter skeltering in the rotten Willow, a sudden noise and gone.
Bats again, hunched in its wings, gently rotating from a single claw, wingcases on the floor, about the size of a plum it is mumbling with its senses keeping tabs on the watcher.
The Badger that met a fence, rather than turn around and retrace its steps, it panics, fearing a trap and tears a hole in the panel. I nip ariound and open the garden gate. Ten minutes later it has gone.
Two Peacocks stalk haughtily into the garden one sunny day. Him looking after her, the chickens pause and gasp then the reflexes kick in and they start to scratch again. Peacocks Her drinks from the pond, He stands proud on the garden bench then starts to preen. The one eyed cat sits with me and watches.
Trout anchored to territory in the clear fast water of a small stream, occasionaly
slipping back in th current to take a snack.
Beer, Devon, the people rushing hither and thither, totally oblivious to the Swallows flying at ankle height around the square.
Alas the increasing no-shows, Butterflies, Honey Bees, Swifts (just a token now) sadly I cannot feed them all, would that I could ...............

[Spectrum]

Nightshade, you paint a beautiful image. Thank you.

[faz]

Originally Posted by nightshade

Just sitting and watching, then as the mist clears, seeing close up the deer you could hear.
A Dormouse so sleepy in the moss near you.
Sparrows, with the volume turned right up, arguing the toss over a dust bath.
Natterers emerging from a barn, checking the standing figure, flying close enough to feel the draft of their passes.
Pipistrelle no weight, appraising eyes, settled into your hand.
Adder curled up in the sunshine, patterning bright and sharp.
Heron parachuting into my pond,standing crest erect before getting down to business.
Mr. and Mrs.Bullfinch, very staid, watching the Goldfinches skirmishing over feeder perches.
Young Dunnock, feet very soft and pink, sipping water while watching me watching.
The Fox that fell in the pond, very thin when wet!
The bitterly cold snow, laced with footprints. A cat went that way a Fox went that way, over there Redwings, Robin at the edge.
Starlings, many shaped beaks, arrive in a flock then settle out feeding. Long beaks probing, shorter beaks in the leaf litter and spatting around the feeders.
Dawns, Rooks and Crows silhouetted going to the fields, Dusks the same coming back, some wings more black, jagged after losing a few feathers.
Dragons warming warily in the early sun shivering their motorised wings, then off zooming, darting, cruising, dotting into the distance to come hurtling back
and perching jewel-like on a sunny reed.
Grasshoppers on the hot earth, shiny beetles, busy ants, Slow Worm watching.
Stoats helter skeltering in the rotten Willow, a sudden noise and gone.
Bats again, hunched in its wings, gently rotating from a single claw, wingcases on the floor, about the size of a plum it is mumbling with its senses keeping tabs on the watcher.
The Badger that met a fence, rather than turn around and retrace its steps, it panics, fearing a trap and tears a hole in the panel. I nip ariound and open the garden gate. Ten minutes later it has gone.
Two Peacocks stalk haughtily into the garden one sunny day. Him looking after her, the chickens pause and gasp then the reflexes kick in and they start to scratch again. Peacocks Her drinks from the pond, He stands proud on the garden bench then starts to preen. The one eyed cat sits with me and watches.
Trout anchored to territory in the clear fast water of a small stream, occasionaly
slipping back in th current to take a snack.
Beer, Devon, the people rushing hither and thither, totally oblivious to the Swallows flying at ankle height around the square.
Alas the increasing no-shows, Butterflies, Honey Bees, Swifts (just a token now) sadly I cannot feed them all, would that I could ...............

wow that was good nightshade my favourite thing sunday roast

[amycaramel]

Agree with all...even Jims beatig red lights! But I simply love seeing something for the first time, or something completely unexpected.

Finding a frog in my garden when i moved into my new house.
Being out for a walk and seeing an shot of electric blue of a kingfisher.
Having a fox jump over a garden wall in front of me.
Watching a stoat 'dancing' around the lawn of my local National Trust lawned garden.

And sitting on a hill watching the sun set, listening to the sounds of the busy day die down and the evening noises start.

All simple little things. Nature at its best, just getting on with life.

Amy