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I heard my first cuckoo of the year this morning, sitting in some distant pine trees and flooding the sunlit hillside with the sound of Spring.  Alongside the sound of a woodpigeon cooing, a distant lawnmower and the smell of cut grass I’m not sure what could be more evocative.

Just as one swallow doesn’t make a summer I suppose one cuckoo doesn’t make a Spring, especially given the recent Siberian weather.  Still, it was great to hear and it certainly gives hope.  A pity their stay here in the UK is so brief – typically gone by late July/August.

So enjoy them while you can.

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