Blowing a Hooley as they say in Scotland (Tobermory)

I can safely say from the safety of my lounge that Storm Eowyn is battering Tobermory, yet I am singularly amazed that our garden’s small birds are in flight and feeding off the seeds I left out, including hanging off a swinging bird feeder that lurches about like a deranged pendulum. Blue Tits and Chaffinches, nothing bigger apart from Seagulls soaring above.