|A welcome cold snap|
|Frosty East Field|
|When you can only find 4 ducks it is a sure sign that #5 is off|
hidden up somewhere laying a surreptitious late egg. When
she returns it is then a race against the magpies to find the egg
before they do.
|Frosty early morning view from the new kitchen windows|
|We both wish the cats would not catch these cuties and we are|
always amazed how tiny they are in the hand. A goldcrest, of
|Poor little mite. At least we have a strong population of goldcrests|
here, so this one will not really be missed.
I now need to take my list into the coop at lock-up and double check. I better not bore you with a complete list of all the birds as a fancy tabular addendum. You might think I was trying to flesh out a slow news day. As if.
|The half moon goes down into that big patch|
of new morning sky where Storm Eleanor
decapitated our larch.
|Knitting project gets finishing touches.|
|Publicity shot for the Men's Shed. The lads were doing a 'bucket'|
collection at the check outs in local SuperValu, "Duffy's".