We have now realised that the birds partaking of the front garden feeders are field residents from across the road.
Their numbers now include gymnastic blue tits
and patient sparrows here waiting their turn at the trough.
Our young visitors bear only so much rain before disappearing, following further leakage from the clouds, leaving the winter flowering cherry to carry the torch for signs of life
amid dripped drops clinging to glistening branches,
dotting netting; slicking crab apples; offering sparkle to the dank morning.
before a further temporary lull lured the great
and blue tits back for a brief breakfast refill.
The grey day gathered relentless gloom.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s spicy pork paprika, special savoury rice, and stringless runner beans, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I finished the Malbec.