Again, I heard poems about larks, I think I even played a tune for the song about a lark in Music school, and yet I don’t think I actually saw a lark in its habitat, or heard it sing, or saw it sing while flying. Until today. Now I know what all the fuss is about. Thank gods for the warm sunny days (Oh, I’m tearful now). Summer days are so, so precious in England’s North West!!!
- Meadow lark with morning sun (swamericana.wordpress.com)
- Indian Bush Lark at Maidenahalli (beontheroad.com)
- Country diary: Claxton, Norfolk: The rare song of the skylark (guardian.co.uk)