Thursday, 23 May 2013

Cuckoo Hunting

Hearing the cuckoo has always been a bit of a tradition in my family. My Grandma and Grandad always used to enjoy listening to the arrival of the cuckoo, where they lived, as it announced the start of the Spring.

Jo and I heard the cuckoo again, in the same place, while running on Tuesday.

When I related the happy news to my dad, he was inspired to go and hear it for himself. Despite sending him detailed directions to the correct fields, and even texting a grid reference (which was recieved with much derision) he has now been to visit four times and not heard the elusive, teasing bird.

Tonight we went to help.


  1. I am pressing the 'like' button.

    All the best

  2. Thanks :)

    Despite another wild cuckoo chase, my dad says he hasn't told it to cuck off yet.