Birds are full of beans
Apr 28, 2021
4 minutes
The day was deliciously warm. Spring sunshine brought colour and life back to the landscape. Nobody spoke, for the pleasure of heat on hands and faces was recognised by all and we were content for a moment to enjoy it. The fogs and searching winds of winter were now a thing of the past and the dogs, normally so busy and excited at the start of a day, yawned and stretched in the dusty yard, their noses testing the scented air.
“Any pigeon about?” I asked hopefully. The farmer took off his cap, scratched his head thoughtfully and replied: “They’ve not started on my wheat yet, but I saw a cloud rise from behind that bottom spinney; my
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