A tale of yellow peril
I have known the yellowhammer a long time because it was my companion when, as a very small boy, I walked the few hundred yards to my primary school in rural Angus.
The bright yellow colour and the distinctive song endeared it to me and I have retained my love of it ever since. Rural Angus was a very different place from today. The farming year was one of crop rotation, stubbles that stayed all winter,
