The most gray

The most gray day ever as you can see. Morning all mist, afternoon all rain. It was nice to be busy at work, no urge to go out with the camera.

I'm really really awful what comes to recognizing birds. But I did hear the finch for the first time this year, one of the few I can tell. So they apparently think summer is behind the corner if they've arrived already in the middle of all this slush. Should I trust their judgment?