Eccentric machines are roaming our street. While the daffodils make up a benign and nodding army just below, something the council sent us is making hell’s racket. Part needy, huge-baby bird, part sadly lowing calf, it has two day-glo jacketed attendants to do its bidding. Whatever that bidding is.
I managed to capture just a corner of its noise with my camera, crouching with the daffs and pretending to take their photo, in case the attendants approached me with their broomsticks. They didn’t. I made this track.