A roll of mist hovers over the National Nature Reserve. Somewhere out there curlew call. The grass is sodden with fresh dew drops. The air feels clean and cool. The dawn chorus is a symphony of whistles, warbles, trills and tweets.
The scene is quintessentially English and familiar to early morning countryside lovers for bygones – worth getting up for, in fact good to be alive for.
Breaking through, loud and clear, the unmistakable repeated call of a cuckoo reverberates through the morning air, signaling its remarkable return from Africa. The cuckoo is the epitome of our spring, the mistress of deceit and our lovable villain. We can breathe a sigh of relief, as a year no cuckoos return would be a sad one indeed.
My purpose for being out is to check on the BBOWT’s conservation grazing lambing flock of Beulah Speckled Face (BSF) sheep. BSF originate from the Welsh hills. They have a white fleece and black ink-splat markings on their legs and faces.