Tough times for all this week, a late winter storm dropped 8 inches of snow on us Monday. Finally dug out and returning to normal. It’s hard on the wildlife both big….
Got my fish now bugger off!
Bloody youngsters, no respect at all.
And small
Quite a mixture including a woody, two cardinals and a junko.
Also, a line up at the thistle bar hidden in the mountain Laurel.
Goldfinches, junkos and the ubiquitous sparrows, they all have to eat.
So do I, fat Tuesday today, file gumbo and red beans with rice, I had my pancakes for breakfast.
Roll on Spring.
Boadicea's Chariot 
Some excellent shots here.
Yes, roll on Spring!
I wore long pants and shoes yesterday, the seasons are a turnin 😉
LW, what is the tree in the final pic, please?
Great photos, LW. Thank you.
Hello Pseu: Long time coming here, 12F (-10C) this morning but sunny for a change.
Hello Soutie: Sorry to hear that, you have my sympathy.
Hello Janus: It’s Mountain Laurel (Kalmia Mrs. O. called it). Here’s a few pictures from back in the Summer.
https://charioteers.org/2012/05/17/growing-short/
Hello Sheona: A bit blurred, I took them through the window, way too cold to go outside.
LW it looks as if you are feeding as many of the local denizens as we are!
Note to Janus. Kalmia is an acid loving shrub, most cultivars are pink flowered. Must have full sunlight to do well and be sheltered. Grows much bigger in LW’s climate but would do 4-5 feet in Denmark.
Very slow growing though. Can be tricky.
It has now decided to rain. …and rain…..and rain. Dogs plus us are bored to death!
Morning Mrs. O.
The waters are out in Lincolnshire. An arch of the bridge in the park has been sapped and sopped away. The adjacent low-lying ground for half a mile in breadth is a stagnant river with melancholy trees for islands in it and a surface punctured all over, all day long, with falling rain. My Lady Dedlock’s place has been extremely dreary. The weather for many a day and night has been so wet that the trees seem wet through, and the soft loppings and prunings of the woodman’s axe can make no crash or crackle as they fall. The deer, looking soaked, leave quagmires where they pass. The shot of a rifle loses its sharpness in the moist air, and its smoke moves in a tardy little cloud towards the green rise, coppice-topped, that makes a background for the falling rain. The view from my Lady Dedlock’s own windows is alternately a lead-coloured view and a view in Indian ink. ….
My Lady Dedlock says she has been “bored to death.”