I keep forgetting to mention the catkins, which are now busy dangling all over the place. Snowdrops are also coming up thick and fast, I took a detour past a nearby village churchyard which resembled a snowdrift. A few more birdies in song too, Robins, Dunnocks, Song Thrushes and the first Blackbirds.
I walked up a path I hadn't done for a while. More trees blown down and blown about and plenty of green shoots of recovery springing up from the ground, but naff all birds on the fields except for the inevitable pigeons and a few gulls and rooks. When I got home I watched another pheasant migrating out of the fridge and into the oven, wrapped in bacon and accompanied by Brussels sprouts.
A strange yet tasty winter.