The Last Fieldfare

Sunday morning and the snow has almost gone. For a brief moment the Sun woke through the clouds.
Outside, Wrens are singing, I can hear Song Thrushes, Blackbirds, a flock of Long Tailed Tits somewhere nearby and a distant Green Woodpecker. The pond is still largely frozen but is starting to thaw with enough for a Blackbird to come down to drink. The Song Thrush put in a brief appearance early on, and a Great Tit called in at the feeders briefly-four days into March and I have had 13 species in the garden, which is rather high these days.
I suspect I may see the Song Thrushes occasionally in the garden again, but it will probably be a long time before one of these visits.