Because this is the sort of day it is, there’s been a flurry of activity at the feeder. I tried to get some decent photos through the (very grimy) patio doors, with varied success. The birds are always an entertaining lot.
One thing that is evident — and it’s a sure sign of Sping’s approach — is that all the male birds are starting to intensify in colour. This goldfinch has gone from a dull olive yellow to much brighter garb. It won’t be long before they are all sporting their lemon yellow jackets.
I’m sure a day like this is exactly what Loire Hartwould meant by “bird-chirping weather”.