At the bottom of our street Selfie of a sort Late warbler On the Whitby pier, October 1997 Ignoring the mobbing crows above Winter is icumen in, the siskins say hello One of the convents by the Basilica and Palace Flicker this morning Mr Purp Goldy Done and toasted Skinny sliver Moon On the third day of Christmas Sky Neighbourly light Mourning dove in the morning rain on New Year's Da… Breaking fast Jove and two of his dancing companions Mars leading the Moon across the sky Purity My neighbour tending his fire Still lit, by popular demand Cold rhododendron The bridge The view returned Sharpie's pitch A new junco for me Hummingbird feeder frozen up Back another season Roomer More late bloomers In the last quarter Rusty garden shed Breakfast visitor The more agile tongue Long tongue flicking One of the flickers Thirty seconds outside the back door Pitchypee waiting its turn at the suet Snowbird at the suet Greedyguts The big fox terrier Repens. The end is nigh. November pinks Up there, luh.