There is A mistle thrush perfecting his song on the topmost branch of an ash tree down the Lane. He hasn't got it quite right yet (he is not singing each song twice over) but he is having a good go at it and I am sure the beauty of his song will soon attract the ladies.
In the fields adjacent to the Lane the curlews are back. Later on they will make their nests in the grass in our fields and rear their young. In the meantime they are here in their flocks, whirling around and make their haunting cries until well after the sun has set. What with them and the hooting of the owls in our Scots pines by the farmhouse it is not exactly noise free.
I have just been for a walk on a cold, sunny day. The Lane has been despoiled by half a dozen enormous yellow painted arrows on the road and numerous yellow circles sprayed on the grass. Yes, the Gas Board have been down and marked up various Gas leaks for repair - and not before time; some of the leaks have been there for a couple of years. I just wish they wouldn't use such lurid paint, which takes a long time to disappear. Friends S and T should be delighted with this news - if they are reading this.
In addition the rubbish-merchants have been at work too. On my walk I counted six abandoned beer cans and two (presumably) empty Take Away boxes. Why do people throw their rubbish out of the car window? We tend to assume it is young folk, but I think that is an assumption we shouldn't make without proof. When I lived in a pretty Cathedral city many years ago, I lived in a quiet cul-de-sac where a couple came to live not long after we arrived. It was a friendly cul-de-sac but this couple made it clear that they didn't wish to socialise and felt themselves to be a cut above the rest of us.
That was until one day we read in the local press that the lady of the house had been fined for throwing litter into the hedge bottom.
She had thrown a pile of old magazines away and one of them had her name and address on it, so was traceable. Did we feel a little smug? You bet we did.
On the subject of litter - there is one such pile of litter down the Lane which is very welcome and which grows bigger and bigger as the years roll by. Some years ago somebody dumped a heap of garden rubbish in the hedge bottom (again, why on earth do they go to such trouble) - the rubbish pile has long since been absorbed into the surrounding undergrowth but the snowdrop bulbs it contained have multiplied, so that now there is a splendid show every year.