The Shrike

The Shrike

He spies a cricket In the dirt Flies into the wind Head still, wings blurred Hooked beak Down Plucks the muddy bug Rises, hovering Till the time is right Swallows it whole

--J Robins

20mpg wind was our friend that morning! This little Loggerhead Shrike kept facing into it and hovering over the mud puddles along the path looking for crickets. What a treat!