The valley is stirring with new life and there are subtle changes every day.
The primroses flowering along the stream will soon give way to bluebells, before the leaf canopy above opens out.
It’s a very busy time for us, not only with lambing but also incubating hatching eggs for our rare breed poultry. It’s good to pause, though, as we walk through the fields to check the sheep, and look across the valley towards the pine trees on the edge of the National Trust’s Brockhampton Estate, to see the cider orchard blossoming and hear the rattling sound of woodpeckers carving out new nests in the trunks of tall trees by the stream. The sight of the lambs gambolling in the fields never fails to bring a smile to the faces of those watching.
The robins are the first to begin singing to defend their nesting territories, followed by the wrens, whose pretty trills and warbles are much louder than you’d expect from such a tiny bird. By March the valley is filled with birdsong every morning and evening.