Fluffy Wren

I was up at five looking after MrQ so got stuck into taking down my Christmas decorations. I always leave them until the 5th, the Anglican definition of Twelfth Night. It looks so bare when they're gone. Glad I'd bought a bunch of daffs to invoke the spring and take their place.

I spotted this wren on derelict glasshouse number nine. I was quite a way away but liked its fluffy bottom.