Winter has rolled around again here in Warsaw. The snow has settled and morning frosts have returned to remind me once more that, despite the years of “one-day-eventually” promises to myself, I still do not live in a part of the world where water exists only as a liquid.
One of the garden jobs when the seasons change is to put the bird stand in the front garden and load it up with seeds, far enough away from the windows not to scare the birds, but close enough that I can photograph them. I put the feeder out yesterday and this morning took these shots. We usually get a range of birds, but today the blue jay mafia came from the forest and monopolised the supply. I don’t mind; soon the tits and siskins and robins and bullfinches and woodpeckers will turn up because these birds also can’t resist the bribe of free food