As the snow retreated from the sheep field next to my garden, the birds quickly returned to forage for food.
The starlings came in great numbers – scores at a time
– and pecked away voraciously.
The fieldfares withdrew from the melee of such greedy guzzling.
The redwing felt left out.
The thrush looked on with disdain.
The lone blackbird peered from a safe distance, beyond the fence.
The colourful goldfinch found his own quiet patch on the farm track, seemingly oblivious to the goings on.