The first coffee break on the terrace this afternoon. A white wagtail walks by, wagging it's tail. The first wagtail of this year I saw before Easter. It was standing in the middle of a bare spot in a field of snow. The common saying "from wagtail a short while till summer" seemed mildly sarcastic at the time, but then the snows started melting at an astonishing speed, a week later there was hardly any left, and now the temperature is approaching +20 degrees centigrade. Still, I can't help wondering whether the first wagtail survived it's audacity.