A spring clean for the May queen

There’s lots of bustling in our hedgerows this afternoon (we’re not alarmed) – shortly after we’d seen and snapped the brimstone, we heard scurrying, and I glimpsed movement. (Was that a weasel, I wondered) Moments later my wife saw it. “Was that a weasel”. I guess it must have been. Some time after, hearing another rustle nearby, we stood stock-still for a little while – to see a small furry body scuttle rapidly out of sight. Mouse? Vole? It didn’t hang around! It’s that time of year, I suppose, when the local inhabitants are busily preparing for the coming season. Spring cleaning? Who knows!