...goes the title of the ladybird book first published in 1961. I had all of the 'seasons' series, beautifully illustrated by Charles Tunnicliffe. They were very evocative of halcyon days out in the field, before all people cared about was their XBox, OK magazine, Big Brother, Bankers Bonuses, Cuts, Libya and Stejnegers Scoters. I loved them.
Toady up at Branton Pits doing the count with Mr Rutter, was just like the Spring one.
A pair of Great Crested Grebes were keeping close, while Coots were territorial and the Reed Buntings looked lost as they had just returned to look for a place to call home.
Sallows bloomed around the margins, just waiting some warm sunshine to get the bees and moths to pollinate...
A Chiffchaff was in full song between flycatching sorties, and a Redwing looked ready to have a sing before heading north.
The Black headed Gull colony was starting to crowd up while down at the river, the Dippers were in full breeding fettle..
Sigh...
[Oh and I forgot to add a proper patch tick this morning. A single Red legged Partridge was along the lane end.]
