I was half asleep to be honest. The warm sunshine was a change from the ‘cut your legs off’ Northerly that had been driving off the North Sea. As I opened up the gates at Wild Ken Hill this morning for the days tour I was surrounded by a cacophony of birdsong. Breeding in full swing.
Amid the harmonious warblers was a screeching; a panic of gulls from above. I looked up. A large bird of prey was the issue. A White tailed Eagle floated gently by. I’m getting quite used to seeing these birds in Norfolk now.
Letter From Norfolk 