It’s snowing again, just like the forecast said it would. I hope it’s not as bad as last time. At least we have plenty of food in now. I went shopping yesterday and took part in what I can only describe as ‘controlled panic buying’.

There is still lots of snow piled along the roadside, but the garden is just beginning to look green again in a few places. I have a feeling it won’t be a pretty sight when all the snow is finally gone.

The bird feeder is as busy as ever. The pheasants are now daily visitors, 3 males and 3 females in various combinations.

It never ceases to amaze me how such a big bird can sustain itself in these conditions from the meagre scratchings it picks up from around the base of our bird table.

I often see them looking  up to the other smaller birds feasting on the abundance of nuts, seeds and oats on the little platforms. Areas which are completely inaccessible to them due to their size.

In my foolish(?)  anthropomorphic moments I do wonder what they are thinking, and feel quite sorry for them, as they stare longingly upwards.

Some good news though, I spotted the one-armed squirrel a couple of days ago. I’m so pleased that he is still OK.