Frost, moorhen, blue tits and robins

A bright sunny morning, crisply white underfoot and with the pond and all bird bathing stations frozen solid. This has been the case for the last three days, and interestingly we have seen little of the moorhen, he arrives at intervals during the day to feed and then disappears until the next time he is hungry. I suppose with the pond frozen and the ground too hard for him to easily poke about in it, he goes back across the field to the river, where the water is still free and the constant movement probably means soft, muddy banks for him to prod for worms etc.

The blue tits are still very busy at their nesting box and the robins court endlessly, thrusting their red breasts toward each other and singing.