Three skeins of cranes flew over us during yesterday afternoon, returning north - two to three hundred in each skein heading for their summer quarters in Germany, Poland, Scandinavia.
Today there's real warmth in the sun through the cottage window as I sit here typing this and I have to angle the monitor away from the light to see what's on the screen.
What am I doing indoors, when I could be in the garden?
"The cranes are coming..."
Five Hundred of the Forty Thousand