Meteorological spring commenced 1st March (astronomical spring didn’t start until 20th March). Indeed at the beginning of March the garden had been showing signs of spring. The crocuses opened out to reveal prodigious amounts of pollen for any passing early bumblebee queens.
After weeks of watching the snowdrops sullenly hanging their heads …
… they did this, revealing their green stripey undergarments.
The quince was looking blousey and fabulous as usual.
Even the cherry plum blossom was budding.
Then this happened: Dubbed the Beast from the East, a wintry blast of cold air from Siberia brought 27cm of snow to Hereford.
The snowdrops’ new found confidence was cruelly squished.
The quince managed to keep looking sassy though.
The hedgehogs that had just woken from hibernation decided to go back to bed, which was just as well as they would have needed a mini digger to get into their feeding station.
The mouse managed to tunnel out.
The garden did have a bleak beauty to it though.
We worked around the clock to keep the water from freezing and to put out extra rations for the birds. Mostly blackbirds.
A couple of robins.
Long tailed tits.
Wren playing hide and seek as usual.
The snow brought a new visitor to the garden, a fieldfare, Turdus pilaris. They belong to the thrush family and are usually found in social flocks in the countryside. They frequent hedgerows feeding on berries and insects. Most of the fieldfares seen in the UK migrate here from Scandinavia during the winter.
Later around four fieldfares turned up, bullying the blackbirds for a share of the apples. As soon as the snow left, so did they.