We have wonderful nightingales here but the sweet little wood where they sing has been grubbed up over the past few weeks as part of a move to make the local fields bigger and more user-friendly for big agricultural vehicles. We very much hope they will find a new perch for their magical nightly seranades.
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. (Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.)" Groucho Marx