Before todays blog, I’d just like to say a HUGE thank you for all the kindness shown after yesterdays sad blog. The kindness shown was overwhelming and all received gratefully. I’d like to assure you all that I am ok, the sadness is still there but nature helps me enormously.
The next few blogs are all about the snow we had last week…
The other weekend, the weather forecast had got me so excited, forecasting bucket loads of snow. I havn’t seen snow for years – I don’t think 🤪…..and certainly not since I got my camera. We’d had such a run of grey damp miserable days that snow would at least change the scenery and give us a different colour to look at 🙄
The Saturday night, it had started to snow heavily, real big flakes of the lovely stuff. I went to bed as excited as a child waiting for Christmas morning. I got up the next morning, still dark and hoping to see the glow of white as I opened the curtains. Imagine my disappointment then when all I could see was more grey, more damp. The anti snow fairies had been at work overnight and hoovered it all up 🙈
As it became light I went outside to fill the bird feeders, not that they were empty but thought I’d fill them to the brim. I’d sensed over the last few days, that the birds were starting to prepare for spring; find a mate; find a new place to build a nest, hopefully in my garden hedge and bird house which was ready and waiting on the side of my shed. It was perishingly cold and blowing an easterly wind. Remnants of pretend snow lay on top of the hedgehog house, my old walking shoes laying in the beads of snow – tiny beads of pathetic snow🙄
Going back inside I decided, instead of going out in the grey, that I’d sit and watch the birds in my garden. It was as though the birds sensed the urgency to stock up on food. The blast of the east wind, making them panic hunt.
My faithful Robin was the first to appear, flying from my hedge and landing on the top of my red watering can
Then a rush followed, so much activity my camera was flying from one place to the next, the wood pigeon all the while perched on the fence, waiting for the crumbs to fall
So many of the Tit family flying from the hedge and back
A blackbird desparately trying to emulate its small friends, but struggling to stay stable for long enough
But always going back, having a think and trying again..
But my Robins were my favourite, always are. So calm, so relaxed and never rush about
I sat there for ages watching them coming and going, so relaxing, so gentle…my birdbook beside me to identify the unknowns,,,
But then the same Robin would catch my eye, the flash of red, ever present
My daughter then sent me a txt saying to be hopeful for the morning as the weather chart had changed to double flake snow 🤞.
My spirits lifted, I could but hope….but you’ll have to wait until next Tuesday to see if it arrived……