Tiny visitors

I knew we’d had a cold night when both of the cats were fighting for the duvet this morning. At 7.30am, the barometer had just heaved itself above 1 degree, the frost still dusting all of the plants in our garden. But there was an upside to the turndown in temperatures – a visitation of clowns.

We have numerous dead lavender bushes bordering the deck. As I did the morning washing up, I noticed one flash of colour, followed by another on the dried heads of the plant. A total of 5 goldfinches, having the bird version of muesli for breakfast. They must have been frozen, but their acrobatics were worthy of Circ du Soleil.

I think the Great Creator had a blast when He designed these little fellows. First there was the red face, then the yellow underwings, tail tips black with white spots, cream chest sporting a honey coloured waistcoat. Eccentric dress sense, but real pzazz.

Thankfully Kitty one and Kitty two were still snoozing on the warm bed, oblivious of their alternative breakfast chirping on the balcony.