Over the road, over the train line, and over the golf course there is a nature reserve with a lovely flat path going through it, perfect for Little Owl and her bike. The trees are full of catkins, like big furry caterpillars. In the boggy parts there are marsh marigolds and everywhere there are the early shoots of rosebay willow herb. On a reed-filled patch of water a swan sits on its nest, a giant construction of sticks and twigs. Its mate is never far away, circling protectively. Swifts fly low over the water, dipping and darting all over the place. Little Owl giggles as one almost clips her curls. We throw our heads well back, watching white gulls riding the thermals against the bright blue sky.
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