Once again the yard is swept clean of snow, an abrasive scouring by the east wind. A newscaster's voice tells of the plight of wildlife exposed to sub-zero temperatures and wind-chill as winter and spring slog it out.
You might think on such a bitter morning the birds would come quickly to feed on fresh seed. A wintry sun struggles through cloud and the east wind blusters and pierces the least chinks in the window-frames. Even double-glazing struggles with this wind that swings the bird-feeders so violently that birds cannot feed. A blue-tit looks weather-worn and scruffy- perhaps it's simply age. As if the invasive wind penetrates feathers, through to the skin.
I'm on the look-out for my gold-crest but have not seen it again. But feeding the birds has brought the bullfinch, blue tits, great tits and coal tits. Dunnock are singing everywhere and yesterday I saw the first amongst a cluster of sparrows.
Photographing birds through double glazing isn't ideal. Although I'm enjoying watching visitors and admiring them in their best breeding plumage.