At last I’ve seen them. On the way back from Preston, in one fields, there’s some snowy white lambs, happily gambolling around their tired-looking, rather grey, mothers. The young ones look a bit wobbly on their legs but they’ve clearly got springs attached the way they leap in the air.
Meanwhile, at home, the blue tit is back investigating the nesting box as a suitable home for their youngsters.
New life is appearing everywhere.
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