Snow in Places

Yesterday one of the Freds hid in the bushes beside the bird table. Appeared to dislike getting its scarlet head wet in the snow. The front end kept dry but the rear stuck out from under the bush. Consequently when it left My garden it was a bird of 2 halves: Front gorgeous as ever. Back snow covered and the tail dragging on the ground with the weight. If only it could have seen itself.

TB is somewhat miffed. Its Throwing Shoe is stuck in the old pear tree following a more than usually energetic throw. So it was squatting beneath looking upwards until a big dollop of wet snow hit it on the nose.