Walking through Foxwood today I saw primrose, blackthorn, wild garlic and hazel catkins, and bluebells sprouting in the ancient woodland. The deer are back – a group of twenty – too many – a threat to the woodland flora. And so much sound – the cries of three buzzards circling for an hour – was this courtship or something else? Also a woodpecker drumming, the song and alarm calls of robins, wrens, blue and great tits.
