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intimation of spring...
this morning, I heard a bird
sing, somewhat above all the racket of
Fleet Street...
although I may have
been mistaken - but, then again, I could
have sworn...
Published 5th Mar 2015
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5th Mar 2015 5:00am
I heard it too, in an entirely different location. we're probaby not the only ones...
5th Mar 2015 11:11am
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5th Mar 2015 7:38pm
Oh how sweet to hear them sing once more. I get excited at the first sign too. They're not here though, not at my door. Any day now I should think. The last of the snow's melted. They'll be here soon. Maybe tomorrow.
5th Mar 2015 10:52pm
we've had no snow, other than
the odd flurry, all winter - the
robin in the garden had to pose
gracefully in the rain over
christmas...
the odd flurry, all winter - the
robin in the garden had to pose
gracefully in the rain over
christmas...
