What a difference some sunshine makes. A warm sunny morning and I've been at the end of the garden tidying up around the shed. Or rather using the a bit of tidying as an excuse to get away from the house and enjoy some peace and quiet.
While I've been working I've been listening to the birdsong, breaking off to watch from time to time. And the magic moment of the morning came when a little group of bullfinches appeared, moving along the hedge that forms the boundaries of the properties along our road.
The property they've nested in has been standing empty for a couple of years and the garden had become a tangle of brambles and hawthorn. But during the winter new owners have had builders in to refurbish the house and they used a digger to clear the garden.
What will the bullfinches do? It will be interested to see if they can live with the changes to their territory, or if they move elsewhere. Meanwhile though, it's great to see them back.
When the group broke up on male sat singing in the branches of "my" tree in full sun. The richness of his rose-pink plumage was really something to see; marvellous to see, though I cursed the fact that I didn't have my camera with me.