Rolling the dice

The fat balls provide plenty of entertainment. A Bluetit stood on top, a coal tit had one foot on top to hold in place - like the cats do when they have something good to eat - and this female blackbird was rolling it in the hailstones, the seed bits on her beak and the surrounding surface.

A cold cold wet wet blustery day. The church organised a coffee morning in their hall which was, as always, a pleasure to attend albeit a quick visit. (the cold cough flourished in that environment). It's great so many people attended. The church tower is in need of some TLC, there is a fund raining programme in place and what better than the village cake makers doing their bit . And what's more I was given a plate of cakes to give to Harry.