It’s Grandchildren Sunday and that means a bit of garden birdwatching if the new Christmas Games would allow the time. It seemed to create a lot of wild laughter.

Peeks out of the window into the garden, caught glimpses of a mix of birds visiting the feeders with a party of long-tailed tit taking a few pecks from the suet, before they scrambled off on their constant mission to feed-feed-feed in these shortened hours of daylight.

Chaffinch waited their turn to feed on the sunflower hearts and, when the greenfinch had finished brunch, down they swept.

A blackbird wandered about my messy lawn picking up a choice of food which ranged from sultanas to mealworms.

Then a woodpigeon sauntered in to hoover up some bread, but it soon lost its calm when another woodpigeon swept in. A wing-flashing fight began in which the wildest of the two birds drove the other from it patch.

A brief wander from the cosy Christmas indoors, in order to check the sky. There was a raven, a buzzard, both soaring with a few lesser black-backed gulls - all masters of a calm sky, which was a pleasant change from its usual wild and rain-clad demeanour.

The Wild then got on with its day as we moved back in for lunch.