Engaged in a spot of extreme arsing on my balcony this morning (for a full definition see messers Morrison & Williams) my reverie was disturbed by the sound of screeching as two hooligans scythed through the air overhead. Yes our Swifts are back in Eglwys Fach.
Earlier Jacqui and I watched and listened to a Cuckoo as we walked Buster over Foel Fawr.
Earlier Jacqui and I watched and listened to a Cuckoo as we walked Buster over Foel Fawr.