Glorious Easter weather. Jen and I have been taking evening walks around the lanes all week. Yesterday evening, I received something of a jolt when it suddenly dawned on me something was missing: there were no lapwings tumbling above the fields near the Nook. Come to think of it, trips to the Wirral excluded, I haven’t seen or heard a single lapwing all year.
I spent three hours or so tending a garden incinerator bonfire on the back lawn this afternoon. All the time, I kept my eyes peeled for lapwings. But still no sign of any.
What on earth is going on? There should be lapwings.
“…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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