The Black Swans of Dawlish. What Dawlish is famous for.
Plus 3 of their little 2 week old Black Swan cygnets.
Plus an old Chinese Goose with a flappy dewlap.
Plus a pair of Crested Indian Runner Ducks. Well, not a totally positive id. But there was a crest. And they were running (male chasing the female)
Where BE we?
We not BE in Devon
Devon all green bumps of burps.
When BE we?
BE bout now
When this is OK
A Winter insert.
How BE we?
We BE quite inert.
Squintin thro lines that lurk.
Who BE we?
We BE up this tree
Quiet and unheard.
Too hidden for words.
Two tired little birds.
Drawing: Hazel Brown; Words: Ian Nisbet.
“Yoo in the
doghouse – sorry – horsehouse yoo am Mister!”
“Yes! – I talkin to yoo Bobbie blinkin Charlton!”
“What I done now?! I had a long difficult day of very poor self-esteem”
“Don’t get cross wiv I please!”
“I will! I bleddy told you till I’s blue in face to get TOOFPASTE FROM PONYSHOP!!!”
“But wood you lissen? Deff as a POST!. Hey! Where yoo trottin off to now Whitey?!!
“Not bloomin listenin to any more of yore Big Mouff! – I OFF!
This Sunday afternoon at Newton Abbot quay
I took over 200 pictures. But none of them were quite what I was looking for
Or catching quite what I was seeing
These 2 sleeping swans are almost it
And this greylag goose giving its feathers a good going over is nearly it
But not really.
I’m going to have to go back.
Hope they’re still there.
A solitary cormorant diving off Watcombe beach.
He could hold his breath for about a minute.
Very busy he was. In a quiet kind of way.
Vid: Ian Nisbet