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We're driving to the Emley farm shop; first I take a wrong turn and have to turn around while a tractor waits for me and then, when reach the stump cross in the centre of Emley, there's a diversion sign stopping us from going any further. With miles to go to get round we cut our losses and head for home.
A goldfinch feeds on the niger seed, which I refill every other day. A greenfinch tucks into the sunflower seed.
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It's
be madly blustery and buffeting for three days now; not gales, just mad
breezes. And it's been one of those days when we can't seem to
settle either.
Birches,
willows, even oaks, are showing a lot of green but the tall ashes in the
valley still look bare.
A
dunnock (left) perches on the tub, a sparrow
flies up to the hedge and others peck about at the ground feeder and on
the lawn.