At the weekend the big border went from this:
To this:
The birds are singing, a beautiful song thrush stands on the top of Green Garth's larch and tell the whole world it's a wonderful sunny spring morning; the robins are shouting their territories and the finches and spuggies tweet and whistle along too.
I don't know where the siskins have been all winter but they've arrived back this past week, already dressed in their "Sunday Best" looking very bright and smart.
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