Introducing the Sunday breakfast line-up...

Meet Mr Quiff, a bramling (Bergfink).

Here he is with a sunflower seed in his beak.

Son of Booze -- all fluffed up in amongst the elder and leylandia.

On top, a female chaffinch, Mrs Cruncher, and below her, Mrs Camouflage, a female dunnock.

 Mr Cruncher, a male chaffinch.














Mr Kropotkin, dining solo, as usual.

Mr Quiff and Mr Lemon, the greenfinch. 

Interesting capture of an incident of Futterneid here between two greenfinches.

And this is Mrs Snailbreak, our resident song thrush, who has really taken to our Lidl gingerbread house (retired outside after Twelfth Night).
 

Mr Quiff, above the snow.

Still waiting for the blizzard, announced for 3pm. Living room nice and cosy. Spent Sunday tidying up a little, then mainly on the sofa in front of the fire watching Muppets in Space and Teen Wolf, good old 80s gems with uniformly great sound tracks. And whatever happened to Jerry Levine and his manic performances?

Tonight Tatort and salmon teriyaki, rice and salad of red cabbage from the allotment.