No larks yet, but we're inundated with tits! I put out some fat balls and sunflower hearts and about six blue tits descended. Dear little birds.
Mr Coal Tit is still screeching "Teacher" Teacher! Teacher!" on and on and on until one could scream.

Noticed a lovely little water wagtail at the main door of Morrisons supermarket in Norwich yesterday. He was picking up bits dropped by 'Street Munchers'. Strange place for him to haunt, but the River Wensum is about two hundred yards away, I expect he lives there.