Poem 190 of 230, walkaboutsverse.741.com: BIRDWATCHERS' BUDE - WINTER 2001/2 Behind the Tourist Centre, Between canal and river, On the marshy drained flood-plane - Not now visited by train - In among willow and reed, Eking out some winter feed: Treecreepers, bobbing robins, Chirpy blue-tits, grey-herons, The screams of water-rail, And snipe sharp on their trail. Plus, out along limestone down, Soaring seabirds can be found.
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