Away from the shelter of the garden it felt very bleak with a brisk, icy south-easterly wind. The treacherous roads were largely deserted. Here's a typically snowy scene.
Some of the dykes were still unfrozen but hoped-for Water Rails had failed to take advantage of them. A single Song Thrush, however, had found them to its liking as did a single Fieldfare. Three Common Buzzards circled together over one of the alder woods bordering the marshes and there was a small flock of Meadow Pipits.
Back in the warmth of the house, 3 Reed Buntings graced the patio feeders. Despite the garden opening straight on to the marsh, the Reed Buntings only found the feeders last year but once discovered seem to have taken to them enthusiastically particularly now the weather has turned cold. I wonder if anything new will make the same discovery?