The long veil of winter is shifting. Moorhen, tufted duck, swans, pheasant, mallard and grey partridge have gifted our turlough. The cats have enjoyed strolls near the flooded edges of Lough Mask, and played upon the frozen surface wondering at the shifting life beneath. And yes the deer have begun to venture out. Even the lambs have arrived earlier than the farmer was expecting. Mother Nature, gotta love her.
Newbies in the hood
The return of the lapwings