I thought this robin was about to jump on the end of the lens. Hungry birds in extreme conditions seem to let their guard down.
I shot these in the lane today along with a blackbird, scratting about in one of the few bits of bare earth to be found, under a drystone wall.
I saw a sparrow hawk twice, fleetingly; powerful, scythe like.
I noticed walking around the field yesterday that he at least is getting a meal.
there were feathers,
lots of little feathers blowing across the snow, coming to rest under the wall.
Little birds desperate for food, make for easy pickings, for further up the food chain.
I’ve been trying to do my bit for all the birds, filling the feeder, putting food on the bird table, unfortunately, not all my donations have reached those for whom they were intended. I caught Spud red handed. Spud!
Just over the hills into Cheshire, it was –18c last night. Feed the birds.