Spring!

The sparrows have got baby sparrows: tiny balls of grey and brown fluff that sit shaking their wings in the sun. The parent birds take dust baths in the bare earth where the apple trees once were, leaving small hollows dotted around the ground. The tiles to fill all that space were delivered yesterday and are on palettes in the back garden. Pinkie the cat is sitting on top of one such pile, looking very pleased with herself. She is no longer pink ginger, but grey, after a roll in the same dirt as the sparrows. It's a beautiful day.