Floof

There's not much to say about today, really: it was cold, it was dark, and it tried briefly to snow while I was in Stratford, but lost interest after a couple of minutes and gave up.

This little blue tit was one of half a dozen that were fossicking around some bushes at the edge of Holy Trinity churchyard. I've realised recently that the noise they make at you when your presence irritates them is like someone repeatedly clicking their tongue at high speed. In the churchyard this afternoon I was subject to a positive barrage of outraged tongue-clicking.