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from "Scott L Hadley" contains these words:

Skylarks are new to me.

It's an insignificant-looking small (linnet-size) brown bird which
nests on the ground on moors and hills. They are shy and silent on the
ground; only while flying so high that you can barely see them, do you
hear their very long sweet high-pitched persistent zizzy song which is
the essence of glorious sunny spring/early summer in the rural north of
the UK. Someone wrote a great lark poem, possibly Gerard Manly
Hopkins...can't find it as books still in umpteen removal boxes (sigh)
awaiting bookshelf construction.

Janet.