GARDEN FULL OF BIRDS WHILE RAIN FALLS

We're having more rain, and snow is forecast.  While many areas further north, particularly in Cumbria, flood with too much rain saturating the land, here, high on the West Yorkshire Pennines, the rain runs down the valley to join the river Calder and my garden is left just a sodden restaurant for birds.  For it to flood where I live, there would have to be enough rain to worry Noah.  It's the wind that gets worrying here and when the snow comes it can last for weeks.  I hate that.  Meanwhile, before the snow arrives, IF it arrives, thrushes are attacking the fat balls which I hung out two days ago, and Gold Finches are extracting husked sunflower seeds from the bird feeders.  On the ground a Woodpigeon and a Blackbird are tidying up the garden by picking up fallen sunflower seeds and bits of fat that the Thrushes and Finches have dropped—thanks for that.  It might be a bit expensive feeding wild birds all year round but on days like this, when I can see them filling their bellies at my expense, and know that because of me they are more likely to survive winter, then it's worth every penny.  With luck, they'll pick up a few bugs and slugs along the way. 

Woodpigeon