On Wednesday morning it was a lovely warm day and I thought I’d check how Spring was coming along before putting on a suit and heading to London to see my publisher, Bloomsbury, and then go to lunch with Lord Gnome.
Stanwick Lakes was full of song: Chiffchaff song, Song Thrush song, Chaffinch song, Wren song, Dunnock song, lots of song. There was a single Blackcap singing too.
At the reedbed there was Reed Bunting song and Cetti’s Warbler song.
But there was no Sedge Warbler adding its harsh chattering song, nor any Willow Warbler adding its cascade of notes to the other songs.
Spring was still pretty tightly coiled, it seemed.
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