The Bird Feeder

We were kind of hopeful that the "S" word would have shrunk back a lot with the overnight rain. Indeed, there was a big patch of green in the garden but, shock horror, by seven thirty it had started again and by lunchtime a further two inches had been dumped on us.
Snow notwithstanding, we waded off down the wood with supplies for the feeders. The wee birds were waiting for us and didn't wait long before diving in for breakfast.