Seen from the canal towpath half way between the Bratch and Awbridge: a tangled old oak in the moddle of a field, with a gang of very noisy jackdaws high in the branches.
That day, snow had fallen, but only a light sprinkling had settled. A female blackbird, looking out warily from the branches of a tree, while a male explored the frozen ground for food.
Persistent heavy rain and melting snow mean lots of flooding, and plenty of puddles which are the right depth for pigeons to bathe in. These birds from West Park looked like they were having fun in the doubtless cold water.
Cluster of fungi growing on a fallen log by the gateway between the Paddock and the Railway Walk, looking like they are thriving despite the winter cold.