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Life and Work in Galloway


Larks a Lordy

The skylarks are back, and the hill is no longer silent.

What began as a trickle last week has now become a flood. Skylarks hung in every corner of the sky as I walked across the Chayne this morning, and it makes a refreshing change to hear something more than the occasional deep “clock” of a raven. It won’t be long now until the curlews are back, and then spring will really be kicking off…



One response to “Larks a Lordy”

  1. I was out flying a goshawk this am on rabbit and was engulfed by the song of skylarks above the rough ground surrounding the warrens we were working with the ferret and bird.

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