Sunday, 21 August 2016
Early this year, not sure why but quite different from its Spring and Summer song
There is a melancholy echoing quality about this sound which tugs at the heartstrings.
It was early morning and my windows were open wide so it was not accompanied by a million other birds as it would be later in the day.
This has been a very strange season with extreme heat, sudden plunges to much lower temperatures and a petal-curling, leaf-drying drought.
This morning there was a light shower and it was then the robin sang.
Maybe it was only "good, there will be worms for breakfast", but it sounded like a saraband or other slow mournful tune.
Never a lover of hot weather I hope it will prove to be the signal for temperatures to drop a notch, for soft rain and light breezes to replace what we have had in recent weeks.
Rather a lot to pin on the solitary song of one small bird but it is a bookmark in the days of the year which I have come to rely on.
I am tired of the Olympics (splendid though they have been), fed up with noisy crowds yelling and cheering. More than a little sick of the smell of charring meat on a thousand barbeques.
Time for a change in the pace of life.
Time for Autumn.
Posted by Ray Barnes at 10:52:00 pm