Well, they promised it, and it came. Woke up to about an inch of the stuff this morning, which is unusual, because we don’t often get any here; or very little. Started again about 6 a.m., and it’s still going strong. About 2 to 3 inches now. The poor little Dunnocks’ seem to be struggling with it; leaping into it with their chests to try and move around the garden, and the Pied Wagtail looks like he’s got snow boots on.
I took the dog for a run earlier; he loves snow, strange dog. There’s a small wood near here, or spinney, or whatever it’s called. Small anyway, with mixed trees, Conifers and Deciduous. I’ve never really noticed that many birds there before; the odd Crow, Magpie, that sort of thing, but what struck me today, was how many there were about. Plenty of Blackbirds, a few Song Thrush, (always good to see them), Blue Tits, and more Redwings than you could shake a stick at. Well, about 15.
I’ve either not had the eyes to see before, or maybe it’s all this snow.