Pett Level

The number of Blackbirds scouring our frosty garden has risen to 12. On the meadow beyond, the Common Gulls coming in from their roost in the bay do not march about as usual but lie down quietly before flying on into the Weald. In the trees beyond that, Greenfinches are dismembering Ash keys, having discovered that the sunflower seeds have run out in the feeders. Overhead, lines of Lapwings are heading off SW to avoid the approaching cold weather.
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