Many people note when they hear the first Brampton Cuckoo of the year (this year I noted 23rd April – but I know this was not as early as some people), but does anybody note the last heard? Late June – the 28th June to be precise, during an morning walk with the whippets, a Cuckoo called and I have not heard one since. No doubt the bird’s job done and thoughts about returning south are returning. An old rhyme sums it up
In April I open my bill
In May I sing night and day
In June I change my tune
In July far far I fly
In August away I must
The June tune is a strange cross between a clucking and bubbling which the Cuckoo produces in flight. I am told it is the female Cuckoo which babbles, so we will leave this one there.
In Brampton the favoured haunt of the Cuckoo is the woodland and scrub which form the river margins. The shape of the valley and the scattered woodlands help to bounce the call around allowing the bird to cover a large and obviously fruitful territory.