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Spring migrants arrive and I’m all ears. The essential rhythms of spring, Nature as we know and love her. I cannot find the cuckoo but redstart are back, in tentative song.
On Saturday, intermittent showers all day. Mud poached by the Welsh Black cattle had baked hard, now rain gives a superficial softness. The air is saturated with moisture, like a sauna.