The spectacular sight of the lark ascending
Skylark
One morning last week, on a sunny hillside on the farm, I got to enjoy a special treat - the sight and sounds of a skylark in full flow.
First a joyous melody pierced the still country air. Then I saw him (it is usually a he) flying so high he was scarcely visible in the blue sky, singing all the while. I stood spellbound for uncounted minutes listening to his rich and complex warbling.
