The wild roses are in bloom in the woods, all tangled and interwoven in a pretty, fragrant jumble with wild honey suckle. It's a good month for all climbing and creeping plants and the woods can sometimes get quite inpenetrable with the wild undergrowth that suddenly, and thickly springs up. Blackberry bushes are in bud. The smell in the air is beautiful, with wafts of sweet perfume carried on the breeze, especially in the evening.The birds are all very busy, saw several blackcaps catching flies above the brook and a pair of crows feeding four large chicks sat grumpily on a willow branch. After a cold and wet start to the day, it turned into a lovely evening full of bird-song.
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