The Barometer Says Change...

And boy, is it correct.

Woke up this morning to a decent powdering of snow - and apparently, we were lucky. Other parts of the country were buried. At least that's what it sounded like on the news.

Poor old Londoners faced no trains, buses or tubes. How on earth will they get from one place to another? I'm being a bit sarcastic, but it does make me laugh how we get ourselves in a tizz the moment a few snowflakes fall.

In the quiet hedgerows and white topped-coppices this morning, the birds and animals I saw had more important things on their mind. Like how to find enough food today to get through another night. It made me feel guilty for being able to get back into a nice warm house and have a cuppa and it also reminded me to put out more bird food.

Several of the pigeons I have recently brought to hand have been thin, poor specimens and it beggars belief how a tiny Jenny Wren for example can survive these Arctic temperatures. I reckon the songbirds at least deserve every little bit of help they can get at the moment.