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Now, when the golf club you attend,
You hope those birdies fates will send
Below par will turn out to be,
‘Or better,’ said he eagle-ly,
‘I’d be most raptor-ously glad
For lots of eagles to be had.’
One pound, one shilling, is short change
For visiting a driving range,
But that, at local, ’s what you’ll find
Attached, and following behind,
And guineafowl’s the sort of bird
In tow, to make one feel absurd.
Gala Geese and Guineafowl Golf
As if it isn’t bad enough having some three-to-five-million swallows gathering nightly just down the coast, and a tiny section of garden in front of the cottage invaded by every kind of bird imaginable from swarms of Little Brown Jobs to ibis (our fault for installing the bird feeder), and having geese at galas, now a visit to our beautiful golf club in the valley had us being devotedly followed by a trio of guineafowl. The large one was completely unperturbed when I leant down and stroked its back. We finally had to shoo them away to enable us to leave without them.