ye luikin at burds
heh aye
tell ye sumhin ah saw a kingfisher the ither day sittin oan a branch hingin ower the burn then in it plopped
aw amazin whurd ye see it
dye live aboot here aye
aye jist roon the corner
right its haird tae explain but dye ken millhall
ehm
its alang pike road then intae the fairm road keep gaun an thurs a big telephone mast
near the swan pond
thats oan yer left aye an then its jist afore ye git tae thunder bridge
aye thunder bridge ah ken whur ye are
right sae jist aff the cycle path thurs this wee bit wae trees an bushes next tae the burn thats whur ah saw it ah jist sat watchin him fur a while an then plop he disappeart
aw aye that bit ah saw goldfinches thair wance but ahd love tae see a kingfisher
peregrine falcons up at cambusbarron quarry ye seen them aye
aw wow naw dont hink so
whit else whit else ye kin see sparrowhawks roon the carse up here
aye wan flew intae oor gairden wance an tuik a pigeon
kestrels anaw sumtimes an ye kin see thae red kites oot at doune
ye like the burds ae prey then
aye but ah quite like burds in general
aye me too
onywiy ah better be gittin oan
here thanks fur tellin me aboot the kingfisher ahll need tae check it oot
nae bother pal jist sittin thair he wis aye its no a bad wee place wuv goat
Ross Crawford
Ross Crawford is a scriever/writer from Ayrshire now based in Stirling. His prose and poetry in Scots and English have been widely published in magazines and journals. In 2024, he was the recipient of the Scottish Book Trust’s New Writers Award for Scots.
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