One thing I love about the Broads is the wide expanse of reedbeds. Reeds talk in the breeze; softly murmuring. Their song is only broken by the haunting cry of Cranes. Last week we were craning our necks to see over reeds when up flew flock after flock; ‘whooping’ their way into the distance.
Letter From Norfolk 
Lovely sight. Shouldn’t they have migrated south?
We have a resident population here in the Broads