The morning walk with the two terriers and although it's quite chilly at least the sun is shining and when the wind blows it's got a proper stingy edge to it, you can feel the cold. Being fifteen plus years old Barney mooches along just behind, to one side and in front of me, never going to far away while Lucie has energy to burn charging everywhere.
It's as if she only has two speeds, fast and flat out. She's obsessed with the 25 acre wheat field now having caught and despatched her first rat out there in the greenery. Clinically done though, chased, caught by the neck, a shake, thrown in the air and it's all over. That sense of chase, catch, kill is definitely stamped on the Jack Russell genes and DNA.
Walking through the orchard there's absolutely masses of fruit blossom but where are the pollinators? It's early though and there's just the odd big fat bumble bee lumbering around, maybe it's the cold and damp that is suppressing the insect life? Three days in the last week I've heard the Cuckoo and the first Swallows and House Martins have arrived from Africa but they're a week later than last year.