We’re waking up

Midgefarm is stirring.

The mice are on the move. A new run under the compost bin keeps Old Podge sternly focused on the upper tier.

Meanwhile the mouse has decamped to the roots of the rowan tree two tiers below and sits happily stuffing its cheeks with bird seed.

The blackbird has been singing his heart out all week in the sycamore. Winter still lives in the shade of the woods behind the house

but even there Spring has crept in.

Spring, an exhausting time for some.