Raucous, Industrious Choughs At St Ann’s Head…
(Pembrokeshire, along a coast path…)
It was the insistent squawks emanating from the steep
Cliff face, leading away from the lighthouse
Buildings which gave them away. And of course
The bright red legs and beaks actively poking and foraging
In grasses and soil between boulders of solid ancient rock.
It was the irritable screeches echoing within the deep
Chasms, fussing, as if feeding was a grind, a grouse
But an activity of necessity and one of their major chores.
The curved bills probed like crimson dental hooks, rummaging
To find larvae and insects, then preening and resting, likely taking stock…
Pete Ray
4th May 2025…
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