Visibility restricted focuses the interest closer at hand. The simple flowers that act as weeds elsewhere are allowed to fully express themselves where no farming happens. Fields are no place for that kind of interest and moors with sheep or cattle are in effect farmed fields. So it's over the fence and along the lane where pleasure lies. Lots of birdsong and welcome stillness to compensate for the mist. And while bending down to look at the flowering grasses up bubbled an excitable female cuckoo indignantly chased by smaller birds, five feet above my head. A similar incident occurred yesterday: I had been standing still listening to the male calling hoping to capture a picture of him. No sooner had I gone among the trees than two of them, the other a female bubbling, fluttered in the branches above. This must be the most cuckoo-friendly of places.
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