Welcome to a new royal baby - born on St. George's Day - a very appropriate day - and so near to his Great Grandmama's birthday, everyone will remember his day with ease.
I hope he has had sun to greet him in London. The sun keeps making an appearance up here only to disappear behind a cloud shortly afterwards. There is a chill wind blowing and all semblance of Spring is a thing of the past. I have to report that I am just jolly cold.
The blackbirds don't seem to be feeling the cold (how do they adapt I wonder) and each time I open the front door at least one is singing. Some pairs have broods and here both parents are scavenging in lawns and gardens for food for their offspring.
This pleases me as they are really good at locating and digging up leather-jacket larva - good protein for those babies and one less Daddy Long Legs for me to contend with. Creepy crawlies and I don't go together I am afraid.