It was mild again this morning, the robins and blackbirds were singing, but the sun was still hidden behind some dark clouds.
There had been no raven calls before I left the house at 7.30 a.m., but I did hear some when I got into the first field.
I walked up the big field, accompanied by more calls coming from the boundaries. In the middle of the field, I found the remnants of a food-waste bag which had been dragged there. I can tell you that neither ravens, nor seagulls and apparently urban foxes neither, like eating spring onions!
