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The first blackbird of spring

Friday, 10 February 2017 at 09:03

Robin Yes, I know. It's a robin: an Alternative Fact.

A week ago I heard a blackbird try out a few very tentative notes in a bitter smear of dawn. I didn't get a good look at the bird and didn't record the song. Yet this morning, in a dawn equally bitter, a blackbird was singing. It, too, was an uncertain song - like a Grade II pianist repeatedly halting over a difficult treble phrase. Yet a blackbird it undoubtedly was, and it won't be too long before we hear the full, magnificent, blood-throated chorus. Meanwhile the evenings are slowly lightening and the coarse fishing season is meandering towards its end in mud and mishaps. Perhaps there'll still be time to catch a grayling or two, or a decent chub, or a big pike, before the lure boxes, the bait tubs and maggot-bags are put away. But then - oh yes, then - it'll be time for trout fishing, and a different angling season will spill away in all its wonderful concentric circles of synchronicity and hope. And before we know it, the bass, too, will be back in the estuary and the dace shoals lying restless on the river shallows.

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