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Home Page As ever, the loudest song - a ringing two-note phrase - comes from the Great Tit. There's one plainly audible above the drone of traffic as it sings from the top of a sycamore alongside the old railway viaduct. There are also Northern Divers by the canal, unfortunately not the feathered variety but a firm of sub-aquatic engineers, based in Hull. There's plenty of aquatic activity in our garden pond as well of course, there's now a bucket-load of frog-spawn, all of it concentrated in the one corner, with two new clumps today. There's the usual scrummage of frogs elbowing each other for the prime position in the centre of the mass of jelly. Foot and Mouth precautions are still in force, so we're still not getting the full picture of the progress of the spring, but even on the little stretch of towpath that is still open, under the bridge, each time I'm out I notice that the nettles, cow parsley and dandelion are springing up and gradually covering the bare ground.
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