Perfect spring dawn

I just love a misty sunrise and this morning’s was just about perfect. Wandering down the track at the bottom of the lane I went to my usual vantage point overlooking the valley and gazed across a misty scene lit by an orange hazy sun.

This seems like spring almost at its peak with the dawn chorus intense and rich. I had a great array of birds singing and calling. There were the stalwarts of our gardens including blackbirds, robins, goldinches, great tits, blue tits, long-tailed tits, wrens and a song thrush. Some larger birds joining in including wood pigeons and stock doves, carrion crows and jackdaws. These were then enriched by those of the hedgerow and field, including some summer visitors: skylark, chiffchaff, blackcap and whitethroat. For a time they all merged into one single voice of nature, marking the rising of a new sun and the warm day to come.

Here’s a video which captures just a little of that (slightly spoiled by the odd car on the distant main road).

Chilly dawn

There was a notable nip in the dawn air this morning and it felt a bit cool to be outside in shorts and a t-shirt. There was also a heavy dew with the water droplets lying heavy on the grass and hanging from the gate that I often lean on to look over the valley. Being out early was rewarded with a nice sunrise and some great patterns in the sky…

Another dawn moment

I’ve been struggling to keep up my early morning wanders down the lane to the fields. I’m not quite sure why; I’m a creature of habit and I haven’t yet secured a walk into my morning routine.

This morning I pushed myself out of the door as it was such a lovely, bright and sunny dawn. I was rewarded with the sight of a fox trotting up the track towards me. We stood there for a few moments staring at each other and then it turned tail and scampered back down the track and off into what was the poppy field.

These are the kind of brief moments such walks are made of – I really must make them frequently.

Frosty hare dawn

We couldn’t resist heading out this morning before the sun had risen to wander across the fields at the end of our lane. Under clear skies and with frost under foot, we crossed a few fields and then stood watching the sun rise over the distant rolls of the Northamptonshire countryside. As we were about to head back, a hare jumped up from its hiding place and ran off across the arable field.