The skylark is possibly the Royal National City Park’s most distinctive summer bird. While it arrives to the breeding places on Ladugårdsgärdet as early as in March, its apparently never-ending song can be heard right through to the height of summer, high up in the sky, its wings aflutter. In olden times the first lark of spring was hunted and handed in to the king at the palace for a ducat; a tradition that lasted until the 1850s. Nowadays it is the unleashed dogs in the park that the mating larks need to be wary of. If a passing jogger catches sight of a sitting lark, he is likely to wonder what is this rather non-descript brown bird with a small head tuft. Once it takes flight and soars like an arrow up into the sky with fluttering wings and a continuous trill, the mystery is solved.