Turn one way and scores of Little Egrets
are roosting with complaining Carrion Crows
in aged ash trees. Turn half a circle and,
beyond the marsh, in Wales, Tata Steel thrums.
(Ironically, most of this is a built
environment. Canalising the Dee
silted the estuary, created marshland.
The RSPB has re-engineered
the wetlands, constructing pathways and hides
so we can see and preserve). Earlier
there was excitement – a solitary Jack Snipe
was twitched and a Glossy Ibis south west winds
had blown from southern Spain. Distantly,
wild fowlers were shooting at the marsh’s edge.
As we leave, an autumn sun is setting
behind the Halkyn mountain plateau
and skein after skein of Canada Geese
descend and descend on the gloaming meres,
raucously clacking, and we watch – enthralled
by this potentially pestilential breed –
until the light has gone.