We may well be snowed in at the vicarage, but the curate I live with and I are now feeling suitably pleased with ourselves as we have just been out (and, yes, it’s snowing again) and mounted a rescue mission. The bird table had about 8 or 9 inches of snow on the roof and our local magpies and collared doves couldn’t land. I had to re-dig the path that I dug yesterday to bring new emergency supplies and fresh water and to clear the roof. The nuts that I completely replenished yesterday were half gone – we have never seen so many tits queuing up for food.