This morning we woke to temperatures of -4 degrees. As always, with a coating of what seems like dusted icing sugar over the garden, it looks very pretty but, brrrr, is it cold!
I spent ten minutes in my chilly conservatory with the neighbour's cat, transfixed by the sight of a myriad birds flying in and out of the shrubs, latching onto the feeders, swopping places with the ever present queue of blue tits to hammer away at the peanuts. The cleverer ones nip down the feeder tube and take an entire peanut in their beak. Luke is filling the peanut feeders (two of them) every morning. As I look out now there are three birds on one feeder and two on the other with three in the shrub, one standing atop of the broom handle and one flying from one feeder to the other. They are incredibly industrious but it seems a nicer life than getting into a car every morning and evening to work all day to earn enough to buy convenience food because there's not much time to cook by the time we get home. On the plus side we haven't got a hungry cat in the shadows, waiting for a bird to land close by. The shrub looks like it's dancing with it's branches swinging when a bird either lands or takes off from them.
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