Today we heard the first cuckoo of the year as we walked from the carpark at Deadmans Hill. It is always a delight to hear the first cuckoo and I am reminded of a childhood poem. I do not know who wrote it but here it is:
The Cuckoo
In April I open my bill
In May I sing night and day
In June I change my tune
In July away I fly
In August away I must
Far away over the sea
To Spain I fly again
Day and night I take my flight
Cuckoo Goodbye to you
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