Several of the oak trees are looking quite green now, the damp making the fresh leaves especially bright. Though chilly, the afternoon looks very springlike, at last, and birds have emerged from their sheltered spots and are filling the air with chirps and trills. Very high up a few crows are flying, but they are too far above to be heard. The woodpeckers are making themselves scarce, but will probably return in the early evening, when they like to perform duets with the frogs. It's going to be a cold night again, but I'm looking forward to a much milder day tomorrow.
Oh, I just noticed that today is Friday the 13th. And me without a black cat. I'll have to make do with black and white Portia, who is on my lap, purring. How did I get so lucky? And there are parsnips for dinner! That's very lucky indeed!