This morning, Harlequin cat is sleeping on my filthy gardening clothes. I think it's dirty protest that the heated clothes drier isn't on.
While we were out floodgawking on Sunday, we saw hordes of little pied wagtails foraging out on the rotten ice that had skinned over the flooded meadows. It looked like they were finding lots of good stuff! Amazing, behaviour I had never seen before. I also found the first snowdrop! Not in my garden, alas. In the Botanic Gardens.