The weather throughout Wednesday, 18th April, had been pretty average. Overcast, windy, and rather cold. Monty and Nora got on with everyday life but from around 4pm, Nora really had the fidgets. Restless, agitated, moving from one side of the nest cup to the next - her feathers were ruffled, one of them was awry. She paid scant attention, clearly something else was on her mind.
Brilliant sunshine for the first time in the day just after 7pm