Fit’s fleein aboot far in October?
Pink-fitted geese, ye say?
Foo mony?
Forty thoosan?
Awa!
Far fae?
Greenland?
Michty!
Fit else is fleein aboot in October?
Dyooks, ye say?
Nae forty thoosan’ an aa?
Mair than a puckle tho?
Fit’s at ene wi the pinty tail?
A pintail?
An at boorach wi the shovel moos?
Shovellers?
Weel, nae muckle imajinins there.
Fit’s at fleein aboot oot yonder?
Whooper swans, ye say?
Fae Iceland?
Tae Crimond?
Are they wise?
Ooh, a wee fechty!
“Bide awa fae ma wumman!”
Same the warld ower.
Fit’s fleein aboot ahin ere?
Tree sparraws, ye say?
Scarce, are they?
An at wee crater forbye?
A merlin?
Bird o prey?
Mair like mait tae ene, I’d say.
So that’s fit’s fleein aboot far in October.
Ye wid hardly credit it –
Aa thon in oor wee neuk
fae oot an aboot,
flockin tae oor dune loch.
Feel?
Nah!
Sound.
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