Black Power

As I may have mentioned before, I am best friends with some larks.

Interested today in trying to decipher birdsong, why it starts at four in the morning but then stops as light really begins to shine forth. Are they warning each other, greeting the new day, or just bloody waking me up?

The novel by Sebastian Faulks named 'Birdsong' is wonderful, lyrical, yet gave me few clues about our avian friends.

I think that the reason the feathered chaps and chapesses start so early is the abundance of street lighting. The poor things don't know whether it is day or night.

Which is why I suggest black power - no more light pollution.

The song is by James Coit, and a real Northern stomper. The lyrics, rather like The Temps' 'Ball of Confusion', still resonate today, 40 years on. And that maybe the serious point of this rant. I leave you to decide.