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This little Beauty was giving me a flight show last Friday on the Golf course.



It took me a while to find him in my books and my gallery.
But I knew I had seen him (and IDed him) before.



It amazes me, how far I did come in identifying...

NicoleB

From listening to Nature great insights we gain
The crickets are singing to tell us of rain
The sky clouded over at gloam of the day
And from us rain cannot be too far away
Nature from us many of her secrets do hide
And to look into her soul great scientists have tried
But of her best kept secrets they never will know
Our wonder of Nature it only does grow
Her billions of insects that crawl, hop and fly
Her many species of animals and...

Francis Duggan

The common bronzewing pigeon has a mournful coo
It sounds like a very soft repeated boo
Though far from endangered not seen everywhere
In parts of the countryside they are quite rare
They live in quiet places shy birds without fame
Not common to look at but common in name
They roost on the trees but they feed on the ground
And when they fly their wings give out a low whirring sound
In small flocks or in pairs they are to be found
And...

Francis Duggan

Until the day I die of Nature I will sing
The chilly days of Winter the birdsong of the Spring
The warm Summer days the freshening evening breeze
The butterflies at play around the flowering trees
The cool days of the Fall when deciduous leaves are turning brown
And drifting to the ground in the parkland of the Town,
Until the day I die I will sing Nature's praise
The marvels of her World never ceases to amaze
I will sing Nature's praise I...

Francis Duggan

As beautiful a scenery as there is to be seen
The undulating fields of England so lush looking and green
The hawthorn hedgerows snow white in their blossoms of the May
Where the old brook from the high ground to the river winds it's way.

Above the undulating fields of England in Spring the skylark fly
To welcome in the dawning as it creeps across the sky
And in the leafy woodlets nesting birds sing all the day
When wildflowers are in the old...

Francis Duggan