A heron crossed our bit of Norfolk marsh with a beak full of sticks. Whose heart could not take wing at such a sight? It means it’s nesting time, it means it’s spring, it means the globe’s still working. A blackbird let rip with his full song, his laid-back fluting filling the air. And was that a Cetti’s warbler singing out from the bushes where they nested last year?
He was pretty reticent for a gabby bird, so I can’t count that higher than a definite maybe. But the year is turning before our eyes, there’s spring in the air