The Crest of Crook Hill
A perspective of Crook Hill from down below. I saw a crest of a wave from this vantage point.The rocky outcrop gives that curl before it breaks. The cumulus clouds passing over head with lovely definition that fair weather cloud gives. It was the golden hour, about 40 minutes before sunset.
In this field we discovered a bird that I had never heard its song before. After a bit of research on my smart phone, it turned out to be lapwings with their unusual whooping whistle mating call, flying up about 20 feet and swooping back down to the ground with its black and white feathers, almost like an oyster catcher, minus the orange beak. We could hear skylarks, curlews and big bumblebees like flying drones. The temperature was up at 12 – 15ºC last Saturday, when only a few days earlier it had been down to 5ºC; a little low for us Brits this time of year. Finally the sights and sounds of spring had arisen. We saw plenty of new lambs feed from the ewes and were careful not to scare them.
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