Where there’s no sense…

Annoying flurries of powdery snow and the windchill from hell were hardly the best motivators for the “Spring Stroll” I was leading at Rimrose Valley this morning.
Optimism was not reinforced when the first five birds I saw were Redwings shivering in the branches by the Beach Road entrance to the site.
Thanks then to all the Rimrose Valley Friends who came along, swaddled against the cold, and showed such interest and enthusiasm, even when a Chiffchaff desperately trying to avoid freezing on an iced-up pool as it frantically searched for sustenance was the best example I could show them of the miracle of migration!

A few small parties of Meadow Pipits went through, Groundsel was almost flowering, and we saw Sparrowhawk, Buzzard and Bullfinch, but that was the best of it, and chilled to the bone we headed for the hills just after midday.
Even the Common Frogs had suspended their seasonal orgy in the bitter cold.
I should have stayed home of course, but where there’s no sense, there’s no feeling, so I popped up to Weld Road and Marshside in the afternoon.
Conditions had barely improved, although more Meadow Pipits and Pied Wags were passing, and dropping in to feed.

Ringed Plover and the growing numbers of Avocets looked seriously cheesed off, and I for one, could not blame them.
Getting a bit bored with this cold stuff now.