Meanwhile, winter has arrived with cold and snow on the tops of the hills. The woolly cardis have once more taken up residence in the wardrobe (when not upon my person!) and the remaining lighter clothes put away until the return of spring. I feel so sorry for the little birds when the temperature drops and wonder how they survive.
Below is one of my pictures of blue tits feeding on nuts in the garden.
A great tit arrives to tackle a fat ball.
The blue tits like these, too!