Not Easter Chicks

After a morning spent getting our heads round the forms involved in applying for probate on Tess's Dad's estate *, we felt the need for a bracing walk on the bird reserve this afternoon, during one of the "sunny intervals".

Spotted these on the footpath and my beautiful assistant kindly held the twig still In the midst of a howling wind and driving rain that marked the end of said sunny interval.

We were treated to a rainbow after this but liked the fluffy unkemptness of these. (Whatever they are called)

* just noticed that, according to my blip a year ago today, we were doing something similar for Tess's Mum's estate.