Recently arrived back from Australia, where snow is as rare as rocking horse poo, Cam, Ben and Rob examine the parts of an alien species that is taking shape in the garden.
Cameron appears not to have worked out that sitting on snow isn't a great idea, unless you like a cold wet posterior.
Once the full splendour of this strange mono-ped had become evident Ceri can and joined the group, although she declined to snowball fight invitation.
I thought the Dunnocks in the garden seemed a little shy of joining in the melee for food with the Pigeons an Blackbirds. I did see one yesterday trying to get on a feeder without success. I decided to put a small garden table covered with sunflower seeds near the house and next to the shrubs usually harbouring the Dunnocks. I did have to persuade the Pigeons it wasn't for them, but it did in them end gain the approval of one Dunnock ( and several Blackbirds).
The finches left it alone and continued to occupy most of the available berths on the feeders, occasionally giving way to a Robin. One Pied Wagtail paid a fleeting visit, but so far no sign of it's grey congener, a visitor in harsh conditions in previous winters.
Normally I'm only aware of the activities of the Song Thrush when I find evidence of it's anvil somewhere at the back of the garden. Today this one brought a snail to the icy bird bath and bashed it open on one of the rocks, washing it off in the icy water.