Looking out the kitchen window the first snow of winter on the mountains, black twigged hedges casting frosted white shadows, that stay all day, across the fields; a hunting Sparrowhawk flips over a nearby hedge disturbing a flock of Fieldfare, their gun-metal blue heads shining in the afternoon winter sun as they rise as one circling the field before settling back on the hedge.
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Sometime philosopher, thinker, dreamer, birdwatcher, poet, and occasional writer. Living and writing in beautiful North Wales.
Best story on the internet this year: 80-Year-old
man builds 60,000 Swift boxes in his shed.. (Half of the countries existing boxes)
@scoble_lesley I was just cross that I’d posted it and hadn’t seen it before people had seen and already liked it. Grr!!!
@scoble_lesley Thank you Lesley, I’m glad you liked it. The tick emoji was an error which I’ve since corrected!
@haikutec Well there’s ‘Stone Roses’ ...