Seasonal, if not today's festival

There's this currant tree—anything over ten feet high is not a bush—to the right of the balcony, and I must be using pretty reasonable victuals in the feeders because it still has a great many berries. (Either that or the birds save them for later a-purpose. Have to see how they're doing in Februrary.)

It was rather a windy day when I took this one, and they were all both fluffed up and beaks-to-the-breeze about it. (There was a good deal of flying-backwards-by-hovering going on, too; works a treat if one wishes to travel down wind, apparently.) Which meant that the perch-twig was going up and down and forth and back with the wind, but a few of the pictures turned out anyway.