With winter, a change to the garden visitors. An indignant young male blackbird in the front garden is steadily stripping the pyracantha berries; the holly is already bare. More frequent visits from a greater spotted woodpecker where I've opened up the rear hedge to expose the trunk of a dead hazel. Bullfinches and coaltits.
In the tops of the tallest apple and the living hazels and hawthorn, small flocks of birds gather or stage their garden explorations. Even in silhouette blatantly goldfinches. These were rare visitors twenty years ago.
