I was concerned in the heat of the summer that there would be a shortage of berries for the birds this winter, great swathes of the best blackberry banks had withered and died,
The winberries, had the very life blood sucked out of them by a young oak.
And of course my beloved pink rowan, had failed to flower, oh how I will miss it this winter, the birds will probably be more adaptive about it than me.
But things have rallied, acorns are abundant, I thought I’d be seeing the jays with their stitching flight, working across the field to their favourite oaks, but I’ve not seen one, I think they have found one tree and scoffed themselves silly, until they are unable to move
The red rowans are heaving with berries, well they were, the chickens have made inroads into them, further than you’d expect of a chicken.
They seemed to be having training seminars on how to get to the best position,
I wouldn’t mind but I’d put the wire cloches there to stop them digging up my plants
The same flourish can not be said of the grass. Farmers are still very short of feed for the winter.