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his morning, a little after 06.30, I was walking to take the car out of the garage and drive to my work when I suddenly heard the first Blackbird singing.

The moon was full and bright, the sky alight with its incredibly strong reflection.

The air was crisp (1°C, at roughly 52.3667° N, 4.9000° E) and the silence complete, while this Blackbird was whistling his first song of the season.

The phrases were incomplete, but whistled with conviction, so I immediately knew: spring is coming!