Welsh Journals

It must not be forgotten that in Trust matters Dillwyn's late wife Joyce helped in all aspects of the work and indeed it is with affection and gratitude that we remember her and her efforts for WWNT. Dillwyn is now a Vice-President of the Trust and must be pleased to see that his considerable efforts have enabled the organisation to expand and fulfil its true role for wildlife conservation in West Wales. The Trust has much to thank Dillwyn for as does Nature in Wales. Jack Donovan COUNTRY DIARY David W. Evans APRIL 19th Almost imperceptibly, the drizzle eased, the middle air dried, the upper APRIL air brightened. Whenever binoculars were raised to battling Buzzard and Raven or to flimsy finches, gulls were seen plying the brightness beyond. The flock of Black-headed Gulls on the field had doubled to a raucous forty. Only the Jackdaws matched their clamour. A heavy Grey Heron ploughed towards the pool. Downstream, the Grey Wagtail courted his mate, singing down on arched wings and raised tail to the top of his telegraph perch. He uses his sulphur-yellow breast to full effect. APRIL 21st Again the day was all at sea; water streaming from all, across all, down all. Gulls bent into the gale which filled the creaking tree- masts and flooded the field-decks. As the tide turned, mist flowed into the valley and only glimpsingly gave up its secret of the Buzzard flying to dry his wings or the unsubstantial Crow flapping home. MAY 7th The early morning shone with the suns of Lesser Celandine in a sky of MAY t Common Dog Violet. The woodland rides were green. The clover leaves of Wood-sorrel were suddenly abundant and I soon found a clump of this white-petalled flower in the damp shade of a larch-copse. By the brook which tumbled a few feet away, there smiled a spray of Primroses. But where are the Wood Anemones and the Heartsease this year? A Cuckoo breathed warmly on the wind, a hint of the long days to come; but where are the Wood Warbler and Whitethroat? The hesitant spring as yet holds them back. And the afternoon turned to a downpour of rain; to the reeling of Jackdaws in the wind and