Frozen time

Morning breath hangs in the frozen air, the frosty world changes perspective and slows down time.

Before the sun rises it illuminates a rise on the horizon that would not stand out if not white
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Then when the rays break through the meadow sparkles
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Night time events, normally secret and without trace, are laid out in the cold sunlight glare.

The Fox that has walked by
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and the Sparrow Hawk that has pinned down its prey beneath spread wings
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the resulting struggle is documented in the snow
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all that is left
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Liquid water needs coaxing
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Traditional breed pigs may be hardy but they would prefer not to suck ice
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Last night’s fall petered out towards a foot
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But a new fall sprinkles down as a breeze shakes the branches
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We have no way out
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So we enjoy our own spectacle
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Now that’s more like it

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People sometimes say that snow is not like it used to be, but today it was.

It two o’clock this afternoon we measured eight inches

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but at the time of writing we are now over eleven.

Our way out
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was not a way out so most of the day is spent in animal care starting, of course, with the birds

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We hollow out a feeding cave protected from the continuing falls and the Robin takes charge

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According to Stephen Moss in a recently published book

“continental robins followed wild boars around in order to obtain the invertebrates produced when their tusks turned over the soil, in Britain – with boars hunted to extinction during the medieval period – they followed people instead.”

Whatever the reason, Robins do pop up as soon as we start doing anything outside

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As Robins followed the Boar, the birds now follow the sheep as their scratching through the snow exposes the soil and its food

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The wood becomes Narnia-esque

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Other snowy sights

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Winter Wonderland

The waning moon rises
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and the first real snow of the season arrives

not a lot, but enough to catch the morning sun
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Ian and John think it shows off their plumage
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and later John decides all white is better
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It is real sticky snow though
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and gives our way out a bit of an enchanted feel
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The top end Robin thinks it is a chance to pose
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other birds try their best
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the pigs take it in their stride
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Bert just stays indoors
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as usual
as do (most of) the bees
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The Hydrangea also carries on
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In the Meadow, snowy windrows
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The pond is not frozen
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That’s it
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White Duck, Black Duck

White duck John has a poorly foot and is being given companionship by black(ish) duck Ian
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Saint, John’s rightful partner, feels a bit shunned
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and is off to find some black ducks of her own
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they seem to have more fun
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but do they really lay black eggs?
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And so the sun goes down
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Goodbye November

November uses its curtain call as an overture for things ahead as frost and snow flurries creep in while a northerly breeze shows who is in charge now.

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Meanwhile John has sprained his ankle and has to sit down a lot
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Ian commiserates and The Saint feels a little sidelined

So Ian goes off to practice camouflage
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