With the sun rising across the right shoulder of Ben Hiant, winter is suddenly behind us, we're past the equinox and well into Spring - and the weather here, after what must have been one of the wettest winters on record, has suddenly turned warm and sunny.
The bees are out, this one a honey bee from either the Kilchoan Campsite or Craigard Croft making the most of some garden heather which has been flowering for much of the winter.
But the most noticeable change is in the birds. The peanut feeders are deserted, the grain lies out on the terrace wall all day, and the countryside is suffused with the sound of birdsong. They're intent on the mating game.
With the sun rising across the right shoulder of Ben Hiant, winter is suddenly behind us, we're past the equinox and well into Spring - and the weather here, after what must have been one of the wettest winters on record, has suddenly turned warm and sunny.
The bees are out, this one a honey bee from either the Kilchoan Campsite or Craigard Croft making the most of some garden heather which has been flowering for much of the winter.
But the most noticeable change is in the birds. The peanut feeders are deserted, the grain lies out on the terrace wall all day, and the countryside is suffused with the sound of birdsong. They're intent on the mating game.
Reading the last entry I'm actually listening to the sounds of a chicadee obviously on the lookout for a mate and who could resist such a sweet song. Over here on the West (Wet) Coast of Canada, a few extra degrees warmth and some sunshine cheers us all up
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