The longer days are returning, and Gus and I returned to the post-work walk along the estuary - and I only had to come home half an hour early.
Gus was joyful, reminding me of all the stops along the way where he does something to earn a treat. He was particularly exuberant in sprinting up and down the rabbit field.
It was a joyful return for me too. There was a scatter of redshanks feeding along the water's edge, a pair of goldeneyes diving just off shore, curlews bubbling beyond sight, and bulky ravens cronking. When we came home a blackbird was still singing sweetly at dusk while a tawny owl hooted in the woods. Sometime during the last week since I last posted a blip, blackbirds have started to sing again joining the chorus of robins and song thrushes. More than a hint of Spring to come.