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01 January 2010
Giving it larch
Went for a frizz flog around the forestry and fridd. Saw and heard a few Crossbills and found loads of feeding sign. The calls were sounding interesting today but I'm putting it down to the ice and snow clad habo for now, will have to double-check at some point. Loads of glazed ice around, the upshot of rain falling through sub-zero air and freezing on whatever it touches; the weight of the ice has done for a few boughs and, if it persists, the frigid barrier between forager and fodder will almost certainly do for a few birds.