today we heard the first skylark of the year, high and invisible to the naked eye, but a little flock of four flew past. They like rough pasture like this field and nest on the ground although the nests are very hard to find. It feels as if Spring is almost here, the tipping point, but so often this turns out to be an illusion and Winter bites back. February always feels like the longest month of all.
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Here we refer to it as Indian summer...you know old man wonter will get back at 'cha!
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