Flight StylesWild West Yorkshire nature diary, Monday 31st May 1999A TERN flies above the canal, its light, elegant mode of flight makes a passing Black-headed Gull look cumbersome. Sweet Briar, a fragrant rose by the towpath, has large, deep magenta blooms. Spindle, which I guess is planted here by the canal, is coming into blossom.
As we come to Lady Ann bridge I see a crow I recognise, it's the lame one that I've seen several times beachcombing on a silty island in the river a mile downstream. Every now and then one of the martins pulls in its wings, almost closing them, for half a second or so, but continues hurtling along through the air. It reminds me of an adolescent on a bicycle; 'Hey, look, no hands!'
Richard Bell, |