The Tenth Day Of Christmas

No lords-a-leaping. An emergency blip. 

I got a very grainy shots of one of our resident female bullfinches and a song thrush this morning. After lunch Ollie dog and I went exploring in The Rodings. We parked and walked a public footpath through a huge field of wheat. Not many wee-mails for Ollie to sniff. We came back via Churchgate Street where my children went to primary school. It's so busy there now. 

From blip I gather that most people have ditched their decs. I'm a traditionalist and wouldn't dream of taking mine down until Twelfth Night. I've got a Pheasy Boy and other woodland creatures on my tree.