I have started my Journal on the first day of Summer and intend to do one for each of the seasons. My little Instant Mobile Printer is working a treat - the small pictures which come out of it have a sticky back so they are perfect for fitting into the middle of the script. You will see page 1 above - when I do a particularly nice page I will show it to you.
Tess and I have just walked past the curlew residence - and the birds have gone. It is all neat and tidy and there is a round depression where the nest has been, so I think it is safe to say that they have hatched and that the parent birds have taken them away. Almost as soon as they are hatched curlew leave the nest, and never return. The parent birds take the egg shells away and leave the nest clean and empty - and that is how it looks today. If it had been raided I think there would have been broken shells around. And, as if to endorse that, when I got into the next pasture a curlew was standing in the beck having a drink and when it saw me both it and its mate flew overhead making distracting calls - a sure sign that there are babies around. So all's well that ends well.
It is another glorious day here - the hay is drying well and the farmer is oiling his baler ready to start gathering it in tomorrow. Somehow haymaking is still the quintessential farming activity - going back thousands of years - we tend to forget hay now that silage has come on the scene. I can't tell you how lovely the air smells when you step out of our back door - and you can't say that of silage-making!