The unmistakable sounds of the world coming awake after winter are enough to put a smile on our faces, even when the skies are still grey and the fields still damp.
It may not look much like spring — the sodden fields, the lowering, grey skies — but at least it is starting to sound like spring (when it’s not the batter of hailstones, the howl of wind or the drip of wet thatch). It’s been rotten lambing weather, but the matronly calling of ewes to their…
