Feb 14th 2012

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Rebecca’s Wild Watch: Feb 14th 2012

Something very blue was glinting on the side of the path. The sunlight made it shine like a heap of sapphires and scarabs. Really that blue! On closer inspection I could see it was composed of beetle carapaces and wing-cases, tiny legs, mandibles. The blueness was on a scale of lapis to cobalt. Badgers had been digging their lavatory holes beside this path and this was a pile of their bejewelled poo. Three weeks later it still gleamed in the sun though less dramatically for beetle bodies and limbs aren’t digestible and don’t rot.

In the boggy valley, a heron often stands sentinel. In certain lights he is also blue. Usually he is the colour of light on water. Perfectly still, he looks like a frail old man, pensive, knowing. More accustomed to people than other herons, this particular individual watches human passers-by and works out how close they will come. If disturbed enough, he only needs to fly a short distance into the very depths of the marsh where no dog or person could possibly reach him over the quaking, sodden ground. Recently, I’ve seen him stalking through the shallows with long deliberate strides, neck muscles tensed for spearing, his white chest and beak catching the sunlight. The heron’s breeding season can start in early February in a mild season.  Sometimes they can be seen soaring over the nesting wood and chasing one another, tilting from side to side and diving head-long.  As they can apparently live for 25 years they must up build up a huge amount of experience about their own habitat: the creatures under and on the water, creatures in the sky.

One afternoon I whistled for the dogs beside a tangle of gorse bushes.  A large dog fox, with a bushy brush and a white tip to his tail, immediately trotted out of the bushes with a rabbit in its mouth. Almost as if I had whistled him up!  I was praying the dogs wouldn’t come to call and would remain preoccupied down the hill, until the fox had cleared off with his dinner. I am not sure if he noticed us at all, as he trotted away quite unconcernedly. The next day in the same spot I saw a fox again – a smaller, sleeker one with dark points. This one did see us but my dogs had their heads down a rabbit hole and did not notice it. As it jumped a bramble tangle and lolloped off, I wondered where foxes go when out of the field of our vision. It jumps a wall or trots into a wood and is ‘gone’ as we say: but really it has not ‘gone’ at all – it is elsewhere. I’ve rather fallen for these foxes and the next day I stopped on the slope for a while hoping to see one again. Some blackbirds in a far thicket were clucking on and on, in alarm. I couldn’t spot a fox among the russet bracken but I smelt that foxy reek. The following day, two roe deer, the colour of taupe, were grazing between the rabbit holes.

About Rebecca Gethin

Rebecca Gethin is a poet and a novelist. Cinnamon Press published her third collection, All the Time in the World in 2017. Another pamphlet is forthcoming with Three Drops Press. Her second novel, What the horses heard, was published by Cinnamon Press in May 2014. Her second poetry collection - A Handful of Water - was published by Cinnamon in 2013. Her first - River is the Plural of Rain - was published by Oversteps Books in 2009. Her novel Liar Dice won the Cinnamon Press Novel Writing Award in 2010 and was published in 2011. She lives on Dartmoor and writes occasional pieces about wildlife and nature. Her poems appear in a variety of poetry magazines and in several anthologies.
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One Response to Feb 14th 2012

  1. elly says:

    Oh Becky! I love the image of bejeweled poo! And I had no idea that herons can live so long. Thanks for taking me along on your walks. I look forward to many more 🙂 xx

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