As 2015 runs out, the light levels are low, the countryside is soggy and the sky is grey. I think the year is feeling a little weary. It's been a tough one for the world, but as hope always springs eternal, I think we have to look forward to next year with a positive heart.
One good way to restore one's sense of wellbeing is to take a walk. Even on a grey midwinter's day, there are joyful little sparks to be seen and heard.
Apart from the daily pleasure of seeing blackbirds, pheasants, blue tits, coal tits, great tits, robins and chaffinches, today I saw :
A bellowing of bullfinches
Our local buzzard, gliding silently through the trees on the edge of the wood
A squabble of goldfinches (that's my own new collective noun for goldfinches!)
A murder of crows
A skein of greylag geese
Our male greater spotted woodpecker
One of the nuthatches
A jenny wren
A charm of yellowhammers
A volery of long tailed tits
Not a bad little haul for a grey December day.