Long tailed tit

Friend Christine and I took a walk to Coldspring Mill Shop this morning, in the murk!  Whilst I stocked up on twiddlemuff wool, Chris treated herself to a lovely jumper and then we had a cuppa and shared a scone before walking home.

The murk has thickened over the remains of the day and the elder tree was full of birds stocking up ahead of the night.  In amongst the packs of blue and great tits, there was the woodpecker, the nuthatch and a goldcrest which evaded my lens.  Just as I was about to give up, two long-tailed tits arrived.  It was difficult to get a crisp blip in the fog but I quite like the movement of this one.  The longtails never hang around!