Mornings the thermometer shows very low temperatures, still I'm always very curious to know what's happening at the feeder.
When I look into the hide I discover these snow-frosts on the side window:
Then the birds come:
Great Tit
The pheasant cock comes too with his inaudible paces, but I'm unable to take a decent shot of him because of the vegetation. Moreover he settles under a bush to have a rest. I can see him well but the plants and the grass in front of him prevent me from taking a good shot of him.
Later the Sun starts to shine:
Blue Tit
Marsh Tit
Marsh Tit
