The Language of The Birds

On the first day heralding spring, a couple of weeks back, I went out on a walk on the fields with my love, Merlin. The sun was so intense I could peel my layers down to a t-shirt. He asked which way we should go, and I had a strong feeling we should take a particular path around a sheep paddock we like to visit. We gawked at the expanses of crocuses and at life peeking up from every nook and cranny available — even though…