And another. One of this year’s brood came right in by the house, not yet bothered by humanlike things and their strange doings.

The flock have been sticking aound late in the morning recently, perhaps because the children are growing, but especially on grey drizzly days like today.

It wandered round a while occasionally trying to decide about me. Eventually an adult called from the field and . . . bye then.

A goose flew over the fence the other morning, beaked around a bit, and flew back when a van approached.

Rumex obtusifolius

Doing well this year. Or at least, doing red.

Another one. This one, as so often, in the stove. Not sure how long it was there, probably less than a day. A bit more cantankerous than the last, and a bit sooty. (These two things may be related.) You’d think birds would have the sense not to fly down a dark reeky hole, but then it’s been so warm this year that even in mid-December we haven’t had the fire on. I suppose we should light it if only to make it smell a bit more daunting.

Almost got it. These are very interesting birds, so I have the ambition to take a good photograph of them one day. But they’re a bit too fast. You see red waxwings, but not for long. Usually blur-red waxwings when you get a camera near them. So long as they keep coming back for the berries and rosehips I think there’s a chance.