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When the snow starts to fall, there comes a silence in the garden; you can even imagine, feel that the birds are holding their breath; trying to understand what’s going on around them. Then as if there’s a conductor’s baton directing them to chant the first notes, they start to chirp! They chirp again as if nothing has happened: so many tales to tell so many songs to sing… They chirp cheerfully. How I adore them! Who is the strongest one?

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Here are some photos I took while it was snowing yesterday: Blue Tits, Blackbirds & I believe Bullfinches, House Sparrows.  Please correct me if I’m wrong…

Wishing you a peaceful Sunday 🙂 xxx

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