The Breakfast Run!

As normal, Mr Blackbird turned up for his breakfast this morning. He crammed as many mealworms in his beak as possible then flew off into the trees, where I heard a sudden burst of tweeting. He was obviously on the breakfast run for his new young family.

A miserable wet Winter’s day; oops, Summer’s day! So dark and cold that the lights and central heating have been on all day, and the woolly jumpers are back out!