As a matter of public record, I wish to report a sighting on Sunday (Easter Sunday) March 23 of a few swallows, skimming over the waters of the Old Saône at Esbarres. The weather has been so miserable since then that I wonder if they regret their temerity?
On the other hand, no word from the cuckoo yet. What on earth does he think he's playing at?
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