Sounds of Silence - Cameos of Birdlife #5
The snow has gone now but in the last few days before spring the snow blew in with a vengeance - walking up the lane, my footsteps the only sound; my footprints just a shadow. But then a Wren sang ...
Winter Wagtail - Cameos of Birdlife #1
It’s late afternoon on a cold grey winters day just after Christmas. The high mountains lost in snow-heavy skies; distant woods a purple haze. The New Year beckons.
A Christmas Post
It’s 10 o’clock in the morning. Still dark, gloomy, and wet; very wet. Well it is where we live anyway. And looks set to stay that way. Even the birds are mostly silent. Yet ...
Swifts are frequently flying low over the garden at lightning speed, screaming as they do. It’s a little like being stood on a railway station platform, with a train thundering past every few minutes.
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