Wheatland Farm Lodges and Cottages
I'm not sure what it is that makes one day winter and the next spring - it seems to be more than just the air temperature. There's an almost palpable relief in the air and a feeling of calm. Maybe it's just the collective confidence of all those snowdrops, the budding crocuses and now a reasonable handful of foolhardy daffodils.
We went down to Popehouse Moor to check nest boxes. A hare took off - huge-looking and with black tipped ears clearly showing. A couple of roe deer took fright. Many trees have buds and the water in the pond has changed colour...
This hazel has catkins already. I'm looking for blackthorn blossom next.
As we walked fairly noisily through the grass (George and Euan in tow) a bird took off from near-by. It was snipe shaped but smaller. A distinctively long bill though - definitely a wader. Once back in the kitchen I rang my handy expert (my Dad) who said too early
in the year for Redshank on moors, so possibly Jack Snipe. I'll try to get a closer look next time, but that's my best bet for now...