The cold wind ruffled their feathers as they glowered out at the sleet, and if I could speak Waxwing I know exactly what they would have said to me; "For this we flew 1500 miles looking for Spring?"
Today, they've gone.
And frankly? I don't blame them.
(All of which is a roundabout way of saying that if I have to read one more tweet about how warm it is back in the UK right now...)
