Yet more snow overnight burried the ground feeder tray and once retrieved it seemed to be of more interest to the tits that to dunnocks or the robin who insisted on using the hanging feeder. Don't these birds ever read the feed catalogues? In the front garden we had a mistle thrush perched on the quince taking from the fat feeder which made a change from the regular blackbird. Since the snow came the starlings seem to have moved elsewhere.
Once upon a time you could find me birding on the Thames marshes almost every weekend through the winter. For various reasons I am now seldom able to travel to good birding sites. I am lucky, however, to live in the beautiful Chiltern Hills and this blog is to document the birds that I see on my own patch.