Skirr Cottage Diary.

A cold but sunny day in Buxton and a short walk to an area on the edge of Buxton called Lightwood. Fairly quiet on the bird front until a pair of ravens appear over the woods croaking their deep calls that seemed to cut through the silence like a returning ancient echo. Both birds flew over the valley heading for a large copse named locally as Cuckoo Wood, to return a little time later both carrying large twigs in their large black bills. Their purposed nest site could not have been faraway for minutes later they returned to follow the same ‘crow path’ over the trees and valley. It is not yet spring but I feel its not too far around the corner.