tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021564276342350624.post6103468191673382797..comments2014-03-24T09:18:35.762+00:00Comments on My World In Photos And Words: Kerryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03350102862627689173noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021564276342350624.post-89097072928917955632010-05-02T13:07:11.132+01:002010-05-02T13:07:11.132+01:00I can hear the cuckoo as I write this. He was cuck...I can hear the cuckoo as I write this. He was cuckooing away at 5am this morning - he sounded like he was just outside my house. I can't imagine spring without the cuckoo!Kevin Murphyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13558921605180893164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021564276342350624.post-4392298816119172272010-05-01T21:20:53.659+01:002010-05-01T21:20:53.659+01:00I used to hear these every spring too, Kerry. Not ...I used to hear these every spring too, Kerry. Not so often these days.<br />I recently read 'Say Goodbye to the Cuckoo' by Michael McCarthy, about spring migration, and bird decline. A real horror story.holdingmomentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16455039696354576430noreply@blogger.com