The sun is out, and it is already 12C. But I saw two other signs that confirm Spring has undeniably sprung.
Ollie is moulting. When I let him out this morning, the kitchen floor looked like that of a barber’s shop, after the barber had just completed a haircut.
Then as I waited for the kettle to boil, I saw a colourful fluttering around the bird box that is fixed to the oak tree in the back garden.
The Blue Tits are back, and taking nest materials into the wooden box through the small hole at the front.
This is an old photo that I took a couple of years ago, but it’s the same nest box.
I wonder if it could be the same pair of birds?
I hope so.