April Bird Blog: Waiting for the White Arse and the Seven Whistler

Male Wheatear on migration in April 2013
‘April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.’ So begins The Waste Land by Thomas Stearns Eliot. I first read this great poem when I was a sixth-former. I didn’t understand quite a lot of it then (a
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