In years to come, if anyone asks, I will tell them about a March day down on the old railway line. Chiffchaffs warm to the theme of spring Read moreOut of the bushes came a silly, seesaw song, the singer a scrap of a brown bird that stayed hidden from sight. They kept their sanity and gained comfort and pleasure watching birds and other wildlife. I looked up towards the blue sky into a sallow bush fizzing with yellowish green catkins and alive with honeybees foraging for nectar. I was woken at two this morning by a sodding tawny owl hooting outside, and again at five by a blackbird.

Source: The Guardian March 21, 2020 05:26 UTC