I carried on. Chaffinches were in full song, and Bullfinches called their mournful notes from the Hawthorns. I heard the calls of distant geese flying, Pinkfeet! a neat skein, 50 strong passed overhead. Spring is definitely on its way!
A flooded ditch.
A view of a meadow.
A pair of Mallards feeding on a flooded meadow.
A pair of Pied Wagtails.
Carrion Crow mobbing Sparrowhawk.