It's the warmest day for a long time, the sun is out, the blackbirds are singing, and I feel full of hope and optimism. I love this time of the year, when Mother Nature is turning restlessly under her green duvet, almost ready to jump out of bed and get to work.
My little pesky grey friends are zooming about the trees chattering at each other when they aren't nicking the birds' food ...
... and excellent news on the home front: 'my' family of pheasants, whose temporary disappearance I wrote about, have now returned to the garden. In fact, Mr has picked up some extra wives on his travels, and there are sometimes 5 or 6 waiting for breakfast.
