They're back

Photo: Silvereye in maple, my garden

Along with the bees and blossom the little birds are back in the garden. The silvereyes passed through here in Autumn and now seem to be on their return journey. Flocks are flying in, fidget among the fresh new leaves for a while, then rise in unison and move on.

Words to walk with:
Silver by Walter de la Mare
"Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the shite breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream."