When a bitterly cold wind is making the tips of your nose and fingers feel like ice, it may not feel like Spring is just around the corner but the birds seem to think it is. I’ve seen Magpies fiddling sticks into years-old nest structures, and heard Dunnocks and tits singing for potential mates. And, yesterday, this beautiful Song thrush was sitting atop a big mound of scrub and bramble, singing his heart out. I wasn’t the only person to stop, look and listen.