Jen and I took several pre-dinner early-evening walks around the lanes this week. It’s wonderful to hear the distant burbling of curlews drifting down from the Moor once again—and occasionally from the fields nearer to home. One flew right over our heads as we headed down the hill towards the Lane Ends this evening. I wonder where it overwintered. Perhaps it was one of the birds I heard calling from the Dee Marshes a few weeks back. Unlikely, but a nice thought.
“…wonderful. Science and history and geography and evolution and culture all tangled up in musings while walking about the moors around Hebden Bridge.”—PZ Myers
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