What a season of gifts this is. New life is emerging everywhere, both vegetable and animal. On our walks this week, we have seen young leaves on the ancient whiskery lime trees,
and tiny forget-me-nots growing wild in the long grass, with their litmus paper colours and sweet faces.
The geans (wild cherries) are all in blossom,
and on sunny banks there are even bluebells beginning to flower, which I just find amazing for April.
On the river, fluffy ducklings scoot about after their mums like little wind-up bath toys; while the local deli has duck eggs for sale which are the most beautiful, well, duck-egg blue.
Best of all, after some hard work by some of the men to repair the fences damaged by trees felled in the winter storms, there are cattle back in our fields. Every day, more calves appear.
Today, for the first time in my life, my son and I were lucky enough to see a calf being born. We watched the mother use her teeth to peel back the sac from her baby’s face and lick him clean, all while her own contractions continued to expel the afterbirth. Within minutes, the little wet calf was struggling to work out how to co-ordinate its legs in order to stand up for the first time. When we came back that way a couple of hours later, the calf was already trying out a few little leaps and bucks around its mother on its brand new legs. Welcome to the world.
You might enjoy: An evening walk.