SO that was May. Too much rain and too much cold north-west wind for The Happy Moonraker’s liking, but the birds, the bees and the flowers have thrived. It makes no difference to them because they will do what nature decrees that they must do. Every hedgerow hums with the high-pitched sounds of tiny birds stretching their beaks upwards, trying to persuade their parents to pop food into their mouths.
Early yesterday evening, Tilly the dog and I were out walking and could hear the sounds of the blackbird, song thrush, blue tit, great tit, wagtail, kingfisher, mistle thrush, pheasant, partridge, goldfinch, chaffinch, sparrow, dunnock, magpie, jay, woodpigeon, jackdaw, cuckoo and woodpecker.
And at 4am yesterday the dawn chorus was overwhelming.
Crops are growing apace in the cornfields, and you would think that everything in the garden had been basking in warm sunshine day after day. Apart from baby pea plants that have been attacked by mice, the signs are looking good for lots of fruit and vegetables.
The only things that seem to be having problems are butterflies: except for the occasional warm, still afternoon, conditions have not been good for them. We’ve seen a comma, stretching its wings on a quiet road, an occasional brimstone, an orange tip and very little else. We’re all waiting for some warmth, please.