It was cold, cloudy, windy and raining when I went out for a quick walk at lunchtime today. There wasn't a lot to see, but what struck me was the number of birds singing.
They were everywhere. By the swimming pool, a blackbird was atop a tree and in full song (though perhaps in need of a little practice). Robins lurked in every bush, and by standing in one spot, I could hear five different Great Tits singing. Further round the footpath, Coal Tits squeaked from the pine trees and Goldcrests wheezed away.
Which reminds me: as we left the house to go to Swiss Gardens for the Firecrest on the 6th, there was the distant rattle of a drumming Great Spotted Woodpecker from down the road. And when I stepped outside the office to fill up the bird feeder on Monday, I heard a shower of Nuthatch calls and the 'kick' of another Great Spot.
I can't wait for a few weeks' time when things are really getting going.