Am sitting outside the barn, two green woodpeckers at my feet – feasting on insects among the rotting planks. Eye-catching birds with green plumage, bright yellow rump and red head.
But most the Hewel’s wonders are,
Who here has the Holt-esters (forester) care.
He walks still upright from the Root,
Meas’ring the Timber with his Foot;
And all the way, to keep it clean
Doth from the Bark the Wood-moths clean.
He, with his beak, examines well
Which fit to stand and which to fell.