Don't you just love frosty freezing pitch black wintery mornings?....(discussion point)This has become the norm around here. The field has turned white with the hard frosts and all the trees are now bare. The canal has been frozen over for a few days now and the biodegradable vegetable peelings from the Sunday dinner are still sitting on the top of the ice.
As the boat moves slightly, the ice makes a weird ping as it cracks and splinters across the cut...
Apart from this, everywhere is dead still and quiet.
Apart from a few noisy ducks
And a lone woodpecker rattling away in the distance
And a pheasant clucks close by
And a piece of coal that clunks in the fire grate
And then the kettle starts to whistle...
Actually, however quiet there is always something to listen to....
Time to feed the birds!
This wintery post blog title was inspired today by 'Bic Runga', A songstress from New Zealand and a track off her 3rd 2005 album, not a single but a lovely song anyway and a double whammy for me as the album it came off just happened to be titled...'Birds'.
http://youtu.be/NeaHPjttVzM
I impress myself sometimes!๐
As the boat moves slightly, the ice makes a weird ping as it cracks and splinters across the cut...
Apart from this, everywhere is dead still and quiet.
Apart from a few noisy ducks
And a lone woodpecker rattling away in the distance
And a pheasant clucks close by
And a piece of coal that clunks in the fire grate
And then the kettle starts to whistle...
Actually, however quiet there is always something to listen to....
Time to feed the birds!
This wintery post blog title was inspired today by 'Bic Runga', A songstress from New Zealand and a track off her 3rd 2005 album, not a single but a lovely song anyway and a double whammy for me as the album it came off just happened to be titled...'Birds'.
http://youtu.be/NeaHPjttVzM
I impress myself sometimes!๐

