First cuckoo.

I'm still waiting for my first cuckoo. It's one of the highlights of my year. I have no idea why it makes me so emotional but it does.

If it's a suitable time of day I dance around the garden singing the choral bit at the end of Mr. Blue Sky. Last year I was hanging out the washing!

I haven't heard a cuckoo in years! I wonder if they don't come this far north anymore. Maybe I haven't been anywhere rural enough. Our swallows, house martins and sand martins are all back, and I'm sure I saw a couple of swifts on Sunday.
I leaped up and down in my kitchen shouting "it's summer". DH wondered what all the fuss was about.

I have seen pictures of them, sighted recently up on Exmoor, on a local forum. But haven't heard one this year.

Gorgeous time of year, we don't hear the cuckoo from our house any more - too much urban build, but I love the cuckoo and the skylark and sights of the swifts and swallows such welcome return.

Found the photo!