Yesterday, once my visitor had gone, I had a quiet day. The weather was pleasant and Tess and I walked round the fields after lunch looking at what had grown while we had been doing other things.
By the little barn, which always houses a few wood pigeons' nests, a bird of prey must have sat in wait, because on the grass was a heap of wood pigeon feathers = evidence that one bird's nest would be deprived of a Mum or Dad. I would expect them to be hatched by now because the collared doves in our Scot's pines have dropped their egg shells on the grass - a sure sign that the babies are there.
Our new field, which the farmer bought in the Autumn, is overrun with rabbits, many of them in the main rabbit warren, which lies on the public footpath. I just hope that no-one walks along in the dark because some of the holes are quite treacherous. If you stand at the bottom of the field and clap your hands, rabbits run in all directions.
The first cows are out in the pastures. Our farmer neighbour, whose cows we house, has his milking herd out, but the cows in our barn are heavily pregnant and will stay in a little longer. I have taken a photograph which shows the cows in the far distance. They are so faint it is hard to see them, but I rather liked a view of the farm you haven't seen before, so I left it in.
There are plenty of Spring flowers around but often you have to search in the undergrowth for them. I found primroses, cowslips and honesty but all were shy of being photographed and were hiding in the undergrowth.
There is that sense in the air that everything is stirring.