A Flock of Fieldfares

So there was this one bird I was looking at, in the trees at the bottom of the garden. It wasn't immediately clear what he was, and I kept trying for a clear shot to identify him. He kept hiding. Then, a bit later, he came back with his mates. From the field, presumably. That's fair.

The snow is powdery, and about a lot deep with some deeper drifts. Ice is forecast, and although Janet went out in spiked boots at six thirty this morning to open the village hall car park gates (not that anyone is driving), I've not been out yet. And I don't even get snow days any more...