Last week Dennis Ottaway wrote about a blackbird singing at dusk in Hall Place, Spalding.
I too was recently stopped in my tracks by the joyful, exuberant song of a blackbird in a tree.
It echoed around the square and was almost unearthly in its intensity, making me yearn for the countryside.
So pleased I was not the only one so affected by a birdsong!
Julie Eyett
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