Save from that yonder ivy-mantled tower
The moping owl doth to the moon complain.

What are you twittering on about? There's no ivy on that church, no owls, and no moon.

Poetic licence; it's a Grey area.

You're a hoot.

Can you identify all the birds? (I am not an ornithologist.)
Presumably blackbirds and robins, with a distant cockerel and some crows,
the occasional pheasant call, later joined by magpies, wood pigeons and noisy gulls,
against a backdrop of far-off waves crashing on the Chesil Beach.

Can you fill in the gaps?

dawn chorus at Lyme
www.ipernity.com/doc/isisbridge/50781696