Foothills of a Dark Mountain
Mornings now, are filled with a reverberating choral promise of spring. The birds are in full song, not just at dawn but also each evening and often throughout the day, almost constantly. Living surrounded by woodland means we are in turn surrounded by calls and trills. The birds who make their homes among the trees cladding this once-glacial bowl are louder and more urgent than those in farmland or open spaces, their song needed to communicate through thick forest.