Snow has been falling for much of today. Then at lunch time it cleared up and the sun came out. The temperature is hovering around freezing and the roads are quite bad, so the farmer and I went into our little neighbouring town to go to the Bank and to stock up on food in case the weather got worse.
Mondays is usually a very quiet day in our little town and our good Supermarket decided that today was the day to completely reorganise all the shelves, moving some pieces of shelving altogether to make more gangways. Unfortunately this coincided with the snow and herds of folk from 'up dale' came in to stock up in case of worse to come. There was chaos in the aisles as we all hunted with our shopping lists and everything had been moved.
However, we are home again, unpacked, stocked up as though for a siege and now concentrating on the wild birds. We always support a goodly throng but today they have come in in their dozens. In addition to our usual throng we have also had mistle thrushes, long-tailed tits and twenty or so blackbirds. One stock dove had a narrow escape early this morning, when the black farm cat, who was hiding under a holly bush, sprang out and grabbed it by the tail. It escaped, but only at the expense of a large mouthful of tail feathers, which the cat spat out in disgust.
I have been filling containers with melted animal fat (dripping from the Christmas turkey) laced with suet, chopped apple, mealworms, grated cheese and assorted seeds. They have descended on it like manna from heaven.
Two photographs for you today - one showing our Lane at eleven o'clock this morning and the other showing the daffodils friend, W, bought for me on Friday. You need to look at the latter to remind yourself that this weather does not last for ever and that Spring is lurking just under the surface ready to push through in a few weeks time.