Lingering

I went out expecting Spring this morning, maybe the first Wheatear, perhaps the outside chance of an Ouzel? There was a feeling of potential.

The floods are all but gone, however they have left their mark. A white coating of silt over all the riverside vegetation:

But instead of Spring I was left with the remains of winter. 60 Fieldfares still by the river, an unseen fly-over Redpoll and a late Snipe:

However, the local residents can feel Spring coming. Maybe next weekend will be better: