Peeping through the trees

JJ and I had a slippery walk through the woods this morning and didn't meet a soul, perhaps because it's so dreadful underfoot.  Some of the snowdrops are suffering from being trampled and caked in mud, which is sad to see.  It was very cold out there too.

The long tailed tits come into the fat ball feeders three or four times a day, so good to see them thriving.