25 March on Scout Scar I stood on Scout Scar watching the drama of light and darkness playing over the fells to the west. Behind me, to the east, I heard bursts of song as skylark launched into song- flight. They're back, at last.
What is the collective name for skylark? There a murmuration of starling, a charm of goldfinch, a chime of wrens, and unkindness of ravens. An ecstasy of skylark, theirs and mine.
What is the collective name for skylark? There a murmuration of starling, a charm of goldfinch, a chime of wrens, and unkindness of ravens. An ecstasy of skylark, theirs and mine.
On Maundy Thursday there they were, an ecstasy, an exaltation of skylark.
There's a breath-taking moment as you approach Scout Scar escarpment. From rising ground you heard the faintest song of lark ascending, at first dreamlike, so faint you can't be sure. Then soaring and joyous.
I found a lark close by on the topstones of a wall, his crest erect. Then I saw two males in song flight, vying for territory, battling the air.
A curlew sang its marvellous plaintive song and I followed the sound of a stone chat to discover the breeding pair returned to their last year's territory. Good luck to them all.
There's a breath-taking moment as you approach Scout Scar escarpment. From rising ground you heard the faintest song of lark ascending, at first dreamlike, so faint you can't be sure. Then soaring and joyous.
I found a lark close by on the topstones of a wall, his crest erect. Then I saw two males in song flight, vying for territory, battling the air.
A curlew sang its marvellous plaintive song and I followed the sound of a stone chat to discover the breeding pair returned to their last year's territory. Good luck to them all.
I must have spent an hour watching the fleeting light and listening to skylark.
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