The Crows patrol around the fringes of the Secret Park, looking for food. The Park forms the dark, wild heart of our village, between the main street and back street. Earlier, Iain saw a Red Kite take advantage of their absence, raiding the nests for potential eggs.
I bought a ‘fat tray’ with nuts and put it on the top of the bird table. Watched a Hoodie Crow (Jackdaw) fly in and peck it quickly. Wary of dogs.
Planted seeds. Winter may be all around, but Spring sleeps in the soil, waiting to awaken. Warmth, water, sun and seeds. Life Alchemy.