The icy blast of winter is still with us. The pond, which last week was twitching with spring like activity, has frozen over again. The garden lies under both curtains and carpets of snow, all the birds are feeding frantically to take in enough energy to last through the long, cold night. Sparrows and goldfinches vying with each other to get a perch on the feeders, robins, tits and chaffinches performing their fluttering, grab and run method of feeding. The thrush is seeking shelter in the tree close to our conservatory window, watching whilst I put out a few meal worms and hoping that it can reach them before the blackbirds or starlings spot them. The blackbirds, in great anticipation, have built a nest in a tree just the other side of our holly hedge. Surely Spring is just around the corner, still tantalisingly out of reach, but it will be here soon, won't it? Please?