Little Black Cormorant


No, this isn’t the Cormorant. I started writing the following post earlier in the year. Since then, my beautiful Tilly died from cancer at the age of 9 on the 30th April, 2022. Above is one of her puppy photos. I wanted to complete the post as a tribute to her and as a reminder of all the wonderful walks we shared together, along with her ‘sister’, Bella.


The Cormorant

Swash buckling pirate
Sitting low on log pondering.
Viper long neck still,
Staring, motionless.

Standing idly around lazing
Wings outstretched drying
Corpse sliding down its neck,
Once living, once swimming.

The Jubilee River swims by
With life. Death machine sitting,
Looking at the water like a prehistoric
Pterodactyl perched motionlessly.

There is no point fishing here today
The Cormorant has beaten me to it.
Wide eyes gazing at me laughing
Mocking the amateur.

-David Wood

This week I saw a Cormorant. Heading for home with the dogs by the banks of the river, I caught sight of movement and was thrilled to see the bird swim slowly past. It eyed me cautiously as I stood there gawking. This was my second sighting, having come across it a few weeks before. Assured that I was no threat, it paused to hunt for a while, raising it’s slender neck and head high above the water before plunging into the depths. I lost sight of it for a while but spotted it further downstream, it having manoeuvred the rapids of the mill race.

The earlier sighting from a few weeks before took place on a gorgeous sunny day, unusual for February. The dogs were sniffing and exploring while I was in a reverie, listening to the birds singing in the treetops. Lost in my daydream, I didn’t expect to see the Cormorant on the cemetery wall by the river, its wings outstretched as it sunned itself dry.

This was as far as I got with the original post before it was put aside due to a house move. We no longer live by the river. Bella and I are exploring new territory but, when emotions are more stable, we will return for visits.


Prayer for Peace in Ukraine

We pray for Ukraine and the safety and security of its citizens.
Bless those fighting to protect their homeland
with resources, courage, determination, and strength.

We pray for the refugees evacuating their homes.
Watch over them on their journey, provide for their needs,
and enable them to return swiftly to Ukraine.

We pray for the Russians protesting this invasion.
May their voices be heard and magnified,
and help bring an end to the conflict.

We pray for the countries offering humanitarian aid.
Bless them with abundant resources
to feed, clothe and shelter the refugees.

We pray for our world leaders determining history.
Bless them with wisdom, clarity, and unity
and enable them to act decisively for the greater good.

We pray for those who are suffering, grieving and afraid.
Bless them with hope and healing, comfort and connection,
and the knowledge that they are not alone.

We pray for our broken world, and the people in it.
Bless us with the ability to work together
to usher in an era of abiding peace.

Prayer by Joanne Fink at Ritualwell

Topsy-Turvy World – Just For Fun

Topsy-Turvy World


IF the butterfly courted the bee,    

  And the owl the porcupine;    

If churches were built in the sea,    

  And three times one was nine;    

If the pony rode his master,          

  If the buttercups ate the cows,    

If the cats had the dire disaster    

  To be worried, sir, by the mouse;    

If mamma, sir, sold the baby    

  To a gypsy for half a crown;         

If a gentleman, sir, was a lady,—    

  The world would be Upside-down!    

If any or all of these wonders    

  Should ever come about,    

I should not consider them blunders,          

  For I should be Inside-out!    

William Brighty Rands (24 December 1823, ChelseaMiddlesex — 23 April 1882 at the age of 58, East DulwichLondon) was a British writer and one of the major authors of nursery rhymes of the Victorian era. He studied from age 8 to 13. He was mostly self taught. He joined parliament but left due to poor health. His pen names are Matthew Browne, Henry Holbeach, T. Talker. (Wikipedia)