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Image given to us as a present by Jim Almond, Shropshire Birder.  (Juvenile Cuckoo))

Winter’s winds have come and gone

   And the days have lengthened too.

New born lambs have romped in fields,

   And grey skies changed to blue.

 

The daffodils lit up the world

   With sturdy golden flowers

And sunshine stole upon the earth

   And into woodland bowers.

 

March came and went and April too

   And May has now arrived:

Woodland birds have built their nests

   And something’s been contrived:

 

Another bird, from foreign shores,

   Enters into the wood.

The cuckoo, cunning as she is,

   Is up to not much good.

 

She’ll lay her egg most carefully

   In a nest meant for some others.

Once born her chick sets out to oust

   His stepsisters and brothers.

 

“There’s no room here for other birds!”

   The selfish cuckoo cries,

And, eating all the food that’s brought,

   Grows to a fearsome size.

 

The naive parents feed, feed, feed,

   This loudly clamorous bird -

And “Thank you?” - No they’ll never hear

    One single grateful word.

 

Once fledged, the cuckoo flies away

   But leaves a message clear:

“You’ll see me back to lay MY egg

   In your nest - yes, next year!”  

 

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