The birds are active and I noticed that all the berries on the top of the cotoneaster - the flat one - have been eaten but the ones underneath that are harder to get at are still there.
Well, why waste effort if you do not have to.
There are Pigletty Haycorns under oaks and large bunches of keys hanging on the ash.
The rowanberries have been stripped by redwings and the hazelnuts taken and buried by both the jays and the grey squirrel.
A few rosehips remain and the hawthorn is covered still with its small red berries.
Flowering plants with good seed heads have been left as have the grasses so the frost and sunlight can lift the garden at this time of year.
Everyone seems to have waxwings according to the television - but us.
I wait in hope.