Wandered around the park in the melting snow and mud on this bright day to a cacophony of noise: robins, strident great tits, thik-thiking long-tails, explosive wrens, drumming Gt spots and a deedly deedling goldcrest. Perch pond held a seething mass of about 40 Gadwall in a tight bunch, not sure why but they looked as though they were in a feeding frenzy. On to the “old sewage works” where a bush was making too much noise, peering in there lurked a male sparrowhawk, hopping around on the branches accompanied by alarmed finches and tits. Even the mud has shoots quietly poking through. Has Spring sprung?