As this crab apple shed its leaves, the first bird's nest to be built in the trees we planted here 8 years ago has emerged.
I took the camera out early this morning when I let out the hens and fed the sheep. It was minus 3, snow still lying. The garden pond is solid, and the lochans below us frozen right across. There's a young blackbird haunting the haybarn. I'm not quite sure if it's ok, or just the cold is making it tamer than it would be. It sits on the beams and watches me fill haynets.