At last! Blue skies, a little warmth in the bright sunshine, and the wind has dropped to a manageable level. Time for a proper walk with my little four legged friend.
Flitting between old elderberry bushes, a rich golden yellow with lichen, and a run of hawthorn, wild cherry and lime trees, there were several yellowhammers, probably about eight or ten. Their glorious lemon yellow plumage shone in the sunshine. I can't find a collective noun for them, so I think I might just call them a chattering of yellowhammers, because their call of "little bit of bread and no cheese" accompanied them as they skittishly moved from one tree to the next.
And then, a wood, full of snowdrops. Happy days!