Nature Diary
Cuckoos, Swallows and the Fear of What Will Be
“You wouldn’t know this” he said. From the cab of his blue tractor. We were in lockdown. The first year. So that is where he talked to me from. From the cab to the ground 2 metres. A Social and Agricultural distance. He had reversed the tractor back down the road to talk. “This is […]
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Hawthorn Hill Farm Natury Diary: April 22
We wait. For the curve of a calf beneath it’s mother. For the nicker of a lamb behind the arching care of it’s mother. We wait for Swallow come and Cuckoo call. We wait for things to have be as they always have been.
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Hawthorn Hill Nature Diary: February 2022
The ripple of birdsong has spread from the far valley and broken ac,ross the farm. If Spring moves at a walking pace then perhaps the birdsong walks with it. Where we are, with the farm backed up against the Hawthorn Hill, facing North, it sometimes walks a little slower still. Across the hill and down […]
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