ragdall, that chickadee looks rather like a coal tit. Very attractive little bird.

Our bluebells are out in the garden (British ones, NOT the brash and bullying Spanish variety). Also lily-of-the-valley, and rather a lot of Shepherd's Purse which will have to be given the boot. Alliums are on the brink of bursting forth (I plant those huge ones, called 'Globemaster')

Oak trees in our part of Norfolk (west) are now at last breaking into leaf. They're always the last. Willows all going great guns along the riverbanks. And at Wroxham (start of the Broads) about a trillion swans mugging the tourists at the outdoor cafe down by the bridge. You wouldn't believe the numbers (swans, not tourists!)

Some pretty lambs in the fields around the village. Saw a white ewe with twin black lambs. Unless she'd 'borrowed' them?

And I always know Spring is here when our lovely neighbour daubs Creocote (not Creosote, that's illegal now) all along our shared fence and it stinks. In fact, it brings on my vertigo. Hope it fades soon.

Lastly, my poor husband has begun his dreadful hay fever, due to the oil-seed rape flowers. Farmers round here seem to have gone for it in a big way this year.The fields are such a bright yellow it hurts your eyes. Bees love it, but my husband is doped up with Piriton and has gone through about 20 hankies in a few hours poor man.