Showers, mostly, modelled by a stoic brown hare.
And flowers, most especially red dead-nettles. These usually shy blushes of early spring have exploded across Norfolk this year, to the extent that some fields look like a heather moorland in August. Whether it was last year’s drought or this spring’s rain, who knows.
But old plants are preferred by reed buntings.
And wrens sing amongst the buds that are new.
A Walk with Wildlife 
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