There are few more emotional sights in nature than Cranes flying South for Winter. The above was last Saturday.
They fly very high and very slowly. Their soulful cries announce their passing, and as soon as we hear them, we look up and wave goodbye.
Just a few days ago I also saw a small group of Storks flying over. They fly much faster, and remain quiet.
So, they've had enough of Europe for another year. They go down to Morocco, or further South, then return in Spring as the weather begins to warm.
It won't be long before we start lighting fires; our version of 'flying South'.