Frustration!

All day rain and a return to winter temperatures. Back to thermal underwear, and leek and potato soup.

It was worse for the waxeyes. The fat bag was almost empty and it fell from its perch and dangled. They prefer to hold onto a branch, but it was necessary to cling to the bag to eat. It kept swinging about, as if the rain wasn't bad enough.

Guess who went out in the pouring rain, climbed a step ladder and fumbled with fatty string to put a new block in the bag. I felt sorry for the poor little blighters.