I was convinced that I heard a cuckoo a day or so ago and today the bird itself flew down into the garden. I’d never seen one in the feather before. But we’re still in Switzerland, so I suppose I can’t write to the Times about this.
By the time I’d yelled for a camera, one of the cats had emerged from the house and the cuckoo decided it didn’t want to linger in such company. Still, I shall dedicate this sighting to all Sassenach Charioteers to wish you a happy St George’s Day.