Friday, May 25, 2007
High in the sky
Maurice: I can hear a cuckoo calling, wrens, angry and warning of cats. I can hear stonechats chipping their call and a skylark. I can hear chiffchaff, blackcap and the small bell song of linnets, a trilling grasshopper warbler and a distant blackbird. I can hear a raven cronking a deep call and choughs and the sharp pin shriek of a peregrine. But high above all of these I can hear a mewing like a cat with wings.
Martha: That, my friend, is a buzzard calling. Tonight I will tell you a tale of a buzzard and a brave, bold ginger cat.