© 2014 by Barbara Copperthwaite.

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All change

Change is everywhere I look now. Areas of the park are now covered in crocuses, joining the last of the snowdrops and the occasional winter aconite (see the feature Britain’s Bravest Blooms for more information), along with the daffodils, the blades of which have been showing for some time and have now finally started to flower. I say finally, but it does all seem so very early this year. Daffodils always herald spring proper for me, and were a firm favourite of my late nan. The Canada Geese will soon, no doubt, be arriving back at Highbury too. Last year we had two pairs, and I wonder if more will come this time. Although they are lovely to see, Henbury Pond is small, and the geese so aggre

The sounds of spring

You can hear it in the air. It’s not anywhere near full song yet but there is definitely a more vibrant sound across gardens and park, as more birds are giving song. They’re on the look-out for mates, defending territories, and generally saying: “Look at me!”. Yesterday morning, I was standing beside a tree and was nearly deafened by the incredibly loud, high-pitched, tsk-tsk-tsk call of a Goldcrest. Whilst I stood, my cheeks tingling with cold (they were the only part of me not swathed in layers of clothing) I heard another sound echoing across Highbury Park – the distinctive call of the Woodpecker. As I searched for it, looking eagerly at the tree tops, I noticed how the Crows seem to be e