April 15, 2011
Walked and kept walking
till I saw turnstones
feeding in soft
on an empty shore.
So I waited there.
[This was originally a tweet in the heel of winter; it wasn’t meant to become a lazy poem. To make it up to you, there are more birds here.]
October 5, 2010
Wind whisks the sea white
Whipping sand at face and hands,
Turnstones circle low.
The haiku is yesterday’s; the photo is from February 2009. I’ve shown gulls circling low because I don’t seem to have any photos of airborne turnstones.
[Edit: After reading the haiku on Twitter, Tom Guadagno sent me a link to this lovely video of turnstones and other birds on the Welsh coast.]
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