Out early in Atlasland

This week I have mostly been getting my feet wet in the dew while wading through TQ81 landscapes perfumed with Bluebells, Garlic, Gorse and (lately) Hawthorn, screwing my ears up to differentiate the dozens of songs curling out of the greenery before the traffic noise predominates. Crowded tallies of Wren, Robin, Blackbird and Chaffinch were dealt a near-death by dissolution when I dropped my note-book into the selfsame dew - my own fault for writing in pen rather than the pencil proper bird-watchers are meant to use. Read the rest of this entry »