Golden chill

Wake to golden sun
ice spikes march along fence tops
pigs uncertain for once. [*]

 

The usual perspective seems inverted as the normally hazy grey mountains become gleaming bright in the horizontal rays of the early sun.

A new record last night (only for this winter as last year’s data was lost in a laptop mishap)

The fence rails are coated in ice crystals

and the meadow grass likewise

The next door sheep take to their mound

To maximise their exposure to the low angle sun

Having been unmoved by deep mud for many weeks, Bert moves hesitantly as his feet meet the resistance of a slight crust before breaking through to the gloop beneath

The air chills the cheek but at the same time the sun, although weak, warms the back. Bert feels that too

Spot wonders what all the fuss is about

A passing rabbit doesn’t waste energy on unnecessary hops, deciding instead to stare it out from beneath a shrub

The bird feeders are swarmed with Chaffinches, Blue Tits, Great Tits and Goldfinches with a sprinking of Green Finches, House Sparrows, Siskins and one Coal Tit

Woodpecker, Dunnock and Nuthatch also visit while birds pause to soak up sun energy

 

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[*] Thanks to Ros for reminding me about Haiku