Phil the Pheasant

Snow fell last night and left a soft covering of white. The temperature has risen and a thaw is in the air although the cold water taps are still running very slowly. Phil the pheasant was back this morning greedily pecking at the spilt seed under the feeding station. As I write there is a wood pigeon on the bird table in front of the diningroom sharing the seed with a chaffinch and a robin. The roof of the bird table has come off and the bigger birds find it easier to alight on the table so I think that it will remain as it is.