Headed to the Peak District yesterday and, despite the blustery conditions, the Skylarks were in full song-flight. They flap away like crazy, especially in a stiff wind like yesterday, and rise almost vertically into the sky where they hover, singing for several minutes before parachuting down. The song has a high-pitched, exuberant tone often associated with joy and much written about in poetry.
Try this one for a description by Marcus Lane:
“A pin point
Of liquid silver sound
Skylarks are found all year round in the UK but I don’t really associate them with Sutton Park. They prefer open countryside like lowland farmland, I’ve heard them on our bike rides around Shenstone, and upland moorland. Unfortunately a severe drop in numbers sees them on the UK conservation Red list.
Primarily I associate them with sunny days, a seaside stroll and a picnic on the headland. I miss the sea! Perhaps the sound of the Skylark can transport you.