WITH all the Christmas and New Year celebrations over, I awoke early on Monday, January 4, feeling rather depressed. It was another dark and miserable winter's day.
Then, suddenly, from the garden, came the most beautiful singing of a bird. It sang such a joyful song that it brightened up the darkness and made me think of spring - and how wonderful it is to be alive.
Later that afternoon, two blackbirds were running under the bushes and across the lawn.
But isn't this rather early for birdsong?
KATHLEEN BULCOCK (Mrs), Wilkie Avenue, Burnley.
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