A Volery

Yes, somewhere amongst all the branches of the goat willows there is a volery of long-tailed tits, all chirruping madly and hanging upside down and whooshing past my head! That is the official collective noun apparently but it seems an odd one.
We did heavy work this morning. The second order of books were delivered to the Heron Gallery on Friday and we went to collect them today - all 24 boxes neatly packed on a pallet, each box at least 17kg. The backs have survived.
This afternoon I have cleared around the pond, in between showers. A nice bright blustery day.