In early April, when the chiffchaff sings its drab little song in the leafless hawthorns, something is stirring in the dead bracken. Having spent the winter months underground, one of our most fascinating creatures slithers into the weak spring sunshine: the adder.
The emerging adders haven’t eaten for six months, but food is not on their minds; it is the mating season.
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