Hampshire, this morning, enjoyed its first what the BBC News called ‘a dusting of snow’. Unfortunately, although Jackie and I are both feeling a little better today, I am still not well enough to get dressed and go outside. I aimed my camera through the glass of the kitchen window. Small birds can be seen picking their way along the white coating.
The various avian visitors to the bird feeders normally disappear rapidly at the first sign of anyone inside, but this morning, either out of the goodness of their hearts, or from a desperate need to find food among the falling snowflakes, great and long-tailed tits swung on the peanut container, apparently oblivious of my presence.
Jackie and I both had a late breakfast of toast and croissants and mid-afternoon boiled eggs and soldiers. These soldiers, for anyone who does not know this practice, are strips of buttered bread that can be dipped into the egg. Jackie prepared something for herself later, but I, sated, had gone back to bed by then.