4 January 2013
Staccato fluttering of a gang of blue-tits hopping from branch to branch in joyful search of insects. Some even stopped to sing awhile. Above, the sky was grey and lifeless; I wonder if the birds know something I don’t.
5 January 2013
The first hopeful green shoots of snowdrops were spotted peeping from the garden today. Life is stirring once more, however slow it might seem.