Saturday 7th March 2009

The birds are singing their little hearts out as if to remind Spring it should be on its way on this sunny but frosty morning.


This fellow was in the Ash tree and then on the doctor’s surgery roof for ages. I didn’t recognise its song and against the light it was hard to make out what it was. It had a warbler’s bill, a finch’s tail and its plumage seemed fairly nondescript.