Incidentally, the hazels have their catkins, and the magnolia in my neighbour's garden is in fulsome bud. Within every season is the seed of the next, it seems.
Today I made the second sighting in a week of a bird I couldn't dare to hope is an adolescent oriole (could I?). About the size of a pigeon, it was lime in colour and I saw it on the ground and in the low branches of a bush. Suggestions, local readers, please.
This also reminds me that the other day I was silently observed on the way up the hill by a small and rather pretty kestrel.
Could I have gone all twitchy in my old age without noticing?
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