Yaffle

By Ed Crane
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Too exotic for northern eyes you flash
your green with a mocking laugh leaving
us thinking flying Hyena. Papagai colours
defy when you hunt your formic prey
on tailored grass with butterfly tongue
and vision sharp as fresh chipped flint.
Holed up for winter you hope the snows
are not too deep and your hunting
ground not frozen to Tundra granite.
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Hi Ed,
Hi Ed,
just been over to youtube to check out this engaging bird. It seems to spend much of its time feeding on the grass which I never realised. You summed up nicely in this poem how they go about their daily buisness. Also love the way you describe their sharp vision: As fresh as sharp chipped flint.
Very much enjoyed reading and thank you for sharing.
Jenny.
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Hi ya, Ed. Can't get those
Hi ya, Ed. Can't get those fling hyenas out of my head. Enjoyed reading this during coffee break. Thanks.
Rich
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Enjoyed the succinctness of
Enjoyed the succinctness of this again, and the amount of research/work and thought gone into putting the info in. Liked the 'formic prey'! My husband often says he's heard the 'yaffle' when we're out walking, and I have to take more notice! The wonder of how some woodpeckers can hammer so hard is amazing too. Rhiannon
(Wasn't sure what Papagai colours meant)
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