A bit of a grey, drizzly day, but calm and still.
Up on Red Hill the skylarks were back, I heard them first, their lovely warbling, trilling song high up in the air. Then eventually I spotted them; two, either side of the lane in opposite fields, little dots in the grey sky. One came fluttering down and landed in the field as I watched. A huge flock of fieldfares came whisking over the top of my head and made me jump, on their way to congregate in a near-by tree. Won’t be long before their Spring migration.