The warbling of robins and the trilling of wrens,a singing song thrush, the tall-pitched roundel of a goldcrest, and a chiffchaff calling out its name,could only mean one thing: spring had finally reach to this shrimp corner of the West Country.
Yet despite the birdsong, the blue sky and the fragile breeze, and this was not mid-March,but the end of December. So although hearing birds sing is always cheering, today’s chorus came with a health warning: that this winter’s topsy-turvy weather may be an early sign of climate chaos to reach.
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Source: theguardian.com