The Red Beaks…
(from Jenny Aitken's paintings...)
Fuelling, they stood, sensitive,
Alert, pert,
Ready to scramble;
And then, quite suddenly,
Lifting, drifting away,
Adeptly swivelling
Into a ripping gale…
Thus in formation,
The Oystercatcher Squadron, emotive,
Arrowed across the Cornish bay,
Like jets to intercept an enemy,
Trespassing…
Pete Ray
A bunch of Oystercatchers taking off from a sandbank, turning into a strong wind and zipping in formation like an impression of the Red Arrows…
It’s what they do…
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