St Davids day coincided with my first sighting of wild daffodils, lots of them in fact. Also found wood spurge in flower. Oh and the ramsons are up, if not yet in flower.
I also inadvertently bagged a cock pheasant in full breeding plumage with the aid of my car. For a change, I wasn't trying to hit him, as he had his girlfriend alongside. Difference between male and female pheasants: hen pheasant sees car, steps into the hedge that she is next to. Cock pheasant sees car, stands there with an air of "I'm looking gooood", belatedly realises that he might be in a spot of bother here, and finally decides that the safest place to be is the other side of the road, which means running across in front of my oncoming car. Splat.
Pheasant stew for tea tomorrow.