Having found the first few snowdrops last week, I was encouraged to hear a song thrush singing in the birches above the house this morning during a momentary lull in the rain.
And then it was trebly cheering to note the arrival of two skylarks on the Chayne at lunchtime – they are the first I have seen in 2016 and their appearance is the first step of many towards summer. There were skylarks moving around in gangs of ten and twelve through the wheat stubbles when I was shooting in Richmondshire on Saturday, and one or two of them hung up to call in fits and starts. I daresay these birds will move on elsewhere in the next few weeks, but things do seem to be happening in the subtle margins.
And so to celebrate these signs of progress towards spring, I ate a cadbury’s creme egg.