It’s a beautiful morning, I’ve thrown the windows open and by 8:30 I’d three loads of washing on the line. (But I shouldn’t get too excited, it might snow at the weekend.)
The birds think it’s spring and I’m sure they are better qualified on such matters than me.
Every species is busy, busy, busy: a pair of magpies are building a nest in the ‘Christmas trees’, I’ve yet to capture the sight on camera, but this pair obviously subscribe to the Kevin McCloud school of nest building, only the very best, bespoke twigs will do, I’ve watched them pulling off twigs from trees (rejecting the ‘windfall twigs’) and then staggering (if you can stagger when you’re flying but you get my gist) back to the nest site, with a twig twice its own length, lets just hope they finish building the nest on schedule, within budget and before the commercial break
I wonder if we’ll get any birds nesting in the barn wall, do you