I glanced out of the lounge window at first light this morning and caught sight of the lesser spotted bed head bird.
Plumped up for maximum warmth ( it was -4.6c) and looking a little dishevelled I think it’s a Mistle thrush (or could it be a Song thrush?) it was having a spot of trouble with an irritating itch behind the ear
Its pal had moved on from ablutions to breakfast, and was finishing off the berries on the cotoneaster bush.
Another garden visitor has been a little less willing to pose for photographs, yesterday under the apple tree, feasting on the remaining apples that Spud has yet to bring indoor and smear on the lounge carpet a bird I think is Fieldfare
I think there is a mixed flock of Fieldfare and Redwings, up in the top fields
Nothing here this afternoon looks as sunny and bright as in those last two shots, as at the moment we are in the midst of a snow storm. I filled the bird feeders about midday just as the snow started and the birds have stayed away, but now, just before dusk there is a flurry of activity, as they stock up on much needed calories for the night. Sleep tight little birds.