The small things

Early this morning as I was crossing the park in the frost I suddenly realised people in the rugby club were inflating a hot air balloon.  I've never seen one floating off from there before so I did keep glancing in that direction until it rose above the trees (Extras).

I also bumped into Keith and Karl who had come to Winchester to hover near the sparrowhawks' nest.  I say 'nest' but in fact this is the fourth now they're attempting to build.  They must be very nervous after last year's disaster.  It took quite a while for the birds to make their presence felt, and then they kept high up and behind screens of twigs so getting a clear shot was pretty impossible.  My best effort - of the female gathering twigs - is also an Extra.  Shortly after taking this I ran out of battery (how stupid, Miranda) so went home for breakfast.

Inbetween balloon and sparrowhawks, though, I got this shot of a blue tit who appealed to me most of all.  Sometimes it's the small things, isn't it..

Hope the start of your week goes well xx