harry eales
Ancient Entomologist
This evening around 5.0pm at the end of the second consecutive day of sunshine this year (albeit still cold) in my street, in the little village where I live, there were two Blackbirds and one Thrush sitting on roof tops singing their hearts out.
Bugger all the rare migrants, it was a sheer joy to hear these birds sing.
Harry
Bugger all the rare migrants, it was a sheer joy to hear these birds sing.
Harry