That’s a fair bit of snow, alright. Thankfully we don’t get anything like that here. I’m not quite as generous as you with your posh suet cakes, but I do keep a steady supply of black and striped sunflower seeds for my little avian pals.

The most exotic visitor I’ve had was a pheasant who turned up every morning when I let the chucks out. At first he’d leg it until I set the bowl down, but before long he’d just stand there, waiting like royalty for his breakfast. He vanished after a few months, no doubt ending his days on some fat fecker’s dinner plate.