Lament (Part X)
We go for a walk each morning and travel roughly the same route.
We know all the bushes and trees quite well and look keenly at any new shoot.
The cattle and sheep have been shut in their winter quarters for a while.
The sheep are now back in force, each ewe with at least one accompanying child.
The flowers have been taking their time, but have started showing up at last.
The birds have been singing for ages all working hard to get winter past.
The guy on the hedge is a Chaffinch and he’s supposed to just say “Fink!”
As you can hear from the sound-bite below, he says ‘Fink’ I don’t think!