Tilly and I saw the month out by having a lovely walk at lunchtime today. We saw four hares in one field, and then a deer, struggling to find its way out of another field. She finally took a huge, graceful leap over the fence, another leap over the burn and then bounded away, out of sight.
I was already counting my lucky stars, having seen the hares and the deer, when about 50 or 60 chaffinches flew across in front of me. They swooped up into the trees on my right, sat for a minute or two and then, with one accord, flew across the track and landed in the field, where they became completely invisible. They flitted back and forth, from trees to field, wielding around together. Not quite synchronised flying, but very nearly. I have never seen so many chaffinches before, it was a wonderful sight.
I have heard of a charm of goldfinches and wondered what the collective noun would be for chaffinches. It would seem that a charm applies to all finches, but then according to this lovely website http://www.britishbirdlovers.co.uk/articles/collective-nouns-for-birds#cbird, they can also be referred to as a trembling or a trimming of finches.
At the furthest point of our walk I could see the sea,
and at the bottom of the hill a series of road signs which covers pretty well everything, except for dogs. Tilly was not impressed to have been left out.
And before home, the remains of winter, bleached and blowing in the wind,
followed by the glorious glow of dogwood.