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Bleating and squeaking
Eating a packed lunch by the side of the new birch plantation, I was treated to one of the finest aerial displays I have ever seen. Skylarks burble incessantly in the background, but through the general chaos of bird song, a noisy squeaking approached low over the moorland. Rather like the sound of a rusty Continue reading
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“Let there be woodcock”
On our regular lamping trips around the farm, we began to notice woodcock in the torchlight. One in particular could always be found in the same spot at the same time, blinking unhappily in the brightness. The light completely dazzled him, and he would stare with a vacant expression for a time before crossing his Continue reading
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“Shout on, Morgan. You’ll be nothing tomorrow”
Swn y galon fach yn torri, 1952
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