Female blackbirds unlike the males have no orange beaks. They are altogether more modest, tend to shyness and retire whenever someone appears with a camera. I am lucky to catch this one on a fine day in The Grove.
Buttercups are foe to gardeners having a creeping root system which creeps underground. Even the smallest piece of root will grow in time, making them difficult to eradicate from flowerbeds. But on a spring day you can't object to them dancing in a field or grassy corner. Today they are especially exuberant by the roadside in Mount Sion mingling boldly with a scattering of bluebells.
Somewhere I read that women no longer like you to open a door and let them go through first. When young I was told that this was de rigeur and I have never lost the habit. Today I reach the doorway of a shop which I am about to leave almost at the same time as a young woman. I make way for her and open the door. "Oh," she says. Surprised or insulted, I can't tell; but she does add, "Thank you."