The temperature suddenly plummeted. It’s -7 at dawn down here by the lake. We’re trying to keep up with the birds’ appetites, but the shops are running short of seed. They’ll be eating the wife’s porridge next!
For Christmas day our back garden robin put his best blue jacket on:
The nicest surprise has been the return of flocks of long tailed tits. We counted 9 at the feeder on Sunday.
The folk who live around here are used to constant grey skies on cold winter days, but the sun is up there. Luckily we aren’t distant limited for lockdown, so we skipped up the Jura. For those unfamiliar with the region the band of cloud in front of Mont Blanc is hiding Geneva:
Where we managed to catch a crossbill enjoying the lovely day as much as we were.
Hope this brightens someone’s day.