A blackbird was singing its heart out in the garden early this morning. Not a bad way to start a year.
A lovely winter’s day. Took a walk around the lanes with Jen. The rooks in the trees at Ibbot Royd were very vocal. It was almost as if they thought spring might be on its way. To them, it probably is: rooks are early nesters. Any sign of spring is most welcome, but it’s still only just the start of winter: there’s plenty of grim weather yet to come, if previous years are anything to go by. Which they usually are.
