When I was out with Ollie on a warm sunny afternoon today, I heard a cuckoo calling.
I didn’t hear one at all last year, so it was very enjoyable to be standing near the tree where the bird was calling from.
I remembered somthing from my past about ‘The First Cuckoo’, so I looked it up.
‘There is quite an extensive folklore tradition concerning the cuckoo, for instance on hearing the first cuckoo in spring one must run three times in a circle, with the sun to ensure good luck for the rest of the year. There is another slightly strange custom and that is if you hear a cuckoo on the 14th of April you should immediately turn over any coins that you have in your pocket. If you are stood on hard ground you will have bad luck but conversely if the ground is soft then good fortune will follow. April the 14th is considered one of the ‘evil’ days of the year and interestingly enough it was also the day the Titanic sunk. If you wish to know how many years of life you have left then the old thinking was that on hearing the cuckoo you had to count how many times it called, each call equated to one year of life.’
I didn’t do any of that, as when I was walking around Hoe Rough, I couldn’t remember it.
But I heard a cuckoo, even if I have never seen one.
And that made me feel good today. Nature goes on, virus or not.