The local jackdaws and rooks seem to think it’s Spring. On a glorious day like today, I can hardly blame them.

Perhaps I shouldn’t tempt fate, but it’s been a remarkably mild winter so far. But there’s always February to get past.
The local jackdaws and rooks seem to think it’s Spring. On a glorious day like today, I can hardly blame them.
Perhaps I shouldn’t tempt fate, but it’s been a remarkably mild winter so far. But there’s always February to get past.