I apologise for the shaky quality of the video. Perhaps its time I invested in a tripod to hold the camera still so you don't all feel sick watching the results....?
And secondly, I have a hearing test for you all. I can just about make out the cuckoo singing in the background, but wasn't sure whether it was particularly audible to anyone else? Let me know. PS the cuckoo isn't actually visible in the video, in case you thought it was also an eye test. (M: "why on earth did you shoot a video with no cuckoo in it?" Me: "because I didn't know how to do an audio without the pictures. Obviously.")
Finally, here is my second favourite cuckoo poem. My first is the 13th century one, which M reliably informs me is very important in terms of tracing the development of the English language.
I suspect this one is less valuable in that sense, but on the other hand it tells you everything you need to know about cuckoos in England, which makes it useful in its own right.
"The Cuckoo comes in April, He sings his song in May
In the middle of June he changes his tune,
In July he flies away."