I always listen for linnet, look for linnet. Now he appeared in the peace of the morning.
Approaching the Race Course, there's a trod where the Welsh Blacks go through a gate into rough pasture. In winter, it was deep mud poached by cattle. Now it has dried out and is baked hard, with deep holes where hooves sank in the mud, and fissures where mud has dried and cracked. For hirundines and swifts who scoop up mud for their nests, how will they have fared this spring?
Approaching Kendal Race Course, I heard the farmer driving his ewes and lambs down to the farmyard. Pastoral is returned and it's a joy to see life about the farm. .
9 May 2016 Lesser Redpoll and Linnet: Scout Scar
What next, asks an orienteer?
You never know. That's the thrill.