Thursday 28.3.2019

Quarter to nine and a perfect Spring morning: fresh but not cold, warm sun, blue sky, high white wispy clouds,the works. And it was all about the bird song: hardly dawn chorus at that time of the day but it echoed round the woods as if they`d started when the sun came up and weren`t about to stop any time soon. Over freshly ploughed fields, lapwings tumbled and larks soared skywards and it seems a real shame that the forecast is for it to get cold again next week! :(