Late Cricket

Wild West Yorkshire nature diary, Sunday 7th March 1999
cricket singing cricket3 A.M.; 'WHAT'S THAT NOISE? Have we left something on?' the loud but high-pitched trill had actually woken Barbara, but was inaudible to me. For once it was an advantage for me to have lost my high frequency hearing.

But when I walked across to my studio, I could hear it plainly. A sound that reminded me of sultry nights on the island of Rhodes. The Cricket that we had accidently brought back in our luggage last September has now moulted two or three times. This is the first time we've heard it sing.

lapwings Rain all day. A flock of Lapwings flies across the fields near Chevet. After snow melt and continued rain there are pools of standing water everywhere. Crossing the deeper puddles, cars throw up a wake behind them.

flock of crows
crows Hundreds of Crows (or Rooks, I couldn't tell in the afternoon gloom) streamed south west over Rhyhill.
dove sitting dove dove Collared Doves hang around in a large horse chestnunt in a garden.



Richard Bell,
wildlife illustrator
E-mail;'richard@daelnet.co.uk'



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