As we left the beach on Dawlish Warren, walked up onto the Bight, the incessant trilling and fluting song of the skylarks filled the air around us.
Dropping down into a small open hollow, we lay ourselves down on the mossy scrubland and gazed up into the bluest of skies, where we soon saw and heard skylarks on the wing, high above our heads.
We watched them fall out of the sky, dropping down, still singing, wings flapping as they dived … then seeming to stop in mid air, hovering for several seconds, the song louder now, they gently glided to the ground.
One’s and two’s perched on dead stalks and twiggy shrubs to give a magnificent performance of full song.
This exhibition of sky diving accompanied by their amazing songs continued for another two hours! A great day out!
Illustration & Text: Hazel Brown