These were taken a couple of evenings ago. I was very struck by the contrast between sky and trees.
Some good news on the bird-front after the unfortunate pigeon-strike episode- the Siskins are back.
And I also saw our very shy woodpecker briefly this morning. He has a sixth sense about the camera and was gone the second I'd snapped this through the kitchen window...
Other garden friends are less publicity-shy.
We currently have five robins in the garden. In recent days they have begun to divide their time between dive-bombing one another and posturing with their heads up and back. I am certain this means they can feel Spring coming even if the weather feels differently.
I thought this Blue Tit was being very ingenious, holding onto the wire from one feeder to get at the coconuts hanging from the other. The coconuts stuffed with fat and mealworms have quickly become the meal of choice in our garden, so much so that everyone now pretty much shuns the fat balls altogether.
The Long Tailed Tit was actually pecking at the coconut threads, presumably for nesting material. The birds have been very clever and discovered M's stash of hanging-baskets for tomatoes and been busy removing the material from the inside which presumably has ended up in various nests locally. While he loves the birds, he is a bit un-chuffed by their blatant destruction of his baskets linings and had threatened to hide them in the Greenhouse. I think he must have forgotten because the baskets are still there. I am keeping judiciously silent....
I heard the frogs singing two nights ago when it was a bit less arctic here, but all was silent again last night- it had dipped down to -3 and they very sensibly have remained tucked up in their muddy beds.
At least it's beautiful today. My hands didn't feel like they had a thousand hot knives stabbing in to them when I spent time with Neems this morning as they have the previous three of four days. She was in a sweet mood- she's been very grumpy recently and has refused to talk to me without her ears pinned to the back of her head. I like to think her renewed love for her mother was down to a return of sunshine and warmth as she followed me round the field "helping" muck out, nuzzling and blowing in my hair, but I'm afraid the truth is far simpler and more prosaic- it is love born of polos. She always knows when I've got them in a pocket and follows you around being very sweet and friendly until she's had a couple, then she goes back to her hay and ignores you completely.
She had a nice brush today and looked lovely by the end of it- a burnished golden pony in the sun, if a bit dusty in places. She also picked up her feet beautifully, all important learning for a young pony.