Edith, my newly acquired and very nice femme de ménage is up and about at five each morning (her main job is cleaning in the last remaining factory in le Vigan) and told me today how much she loves the sound of birdsong at this hour, confirming that spring is here.
I disturbed a couple of ducks sitting on my bassin this morning, but they flew off before I could photo the scene (I hope they are here for the mating season). Instead I contented myself with a photo of the tits descending voraciously on the grease balls I have put out. I suppose that I should soon stop this, as I have read that feeding the birds from now on – or at least not feeding them the right stuff – is not a good idea. Pity, the birds provide a non-stop theatre outside my kitchen.