Well the May or Hawthorn is most definitely out and it was certainly time to cast a few clouts today with the sun beating down. I got down to shirt sleeves, and it was truly glorious. I seems that the saying may indeed have referred to the month of May, although I've always felt it far more romantic to consider it related to the blossoms now so prolific on the Hawthorn bushes and trees.
There have been a lot of butterflies about in the sunshine and Brimstones have been very evident. I find them extremely difficult to photograph as they seldom settle nearby and when they do they never have their wings open.
The number of Swallows is building up and there was a pair perching on the wires in the Droveway, allowing closer approach than the ones yesterday. At this time of year the long tail streamers are complete, by the end of the breeding season they will be worn and broken.
Yellowhammers seem to be doing well and today I found three singing males along Kingsdown Road, I know one featured yesterday, but they are really stunning at this time of year.