Birds words

Bee-eater - Extremadura

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Sociable liquid call,
carries from on high,
announces,
the jewel of the sky.

High energy works of art,
a group passing through,
pause to refuel.

From their resting up trees,
facing the wind,
they foray for food.

The bee prey seen,
the flight is dashing, direct,
straight to target.

Caught and brought back to perch,
the high octane food is dispatched,
husk discarded.

Breeders and helpers together,
the group lift off as one,
in a wonderful energetic spiral.

To bound on refreshed,
to more stops,
to choose this year's sandy nesting site.