0704/18th January, 2022 There is was again, that band of colour around the horizon. Pink, this morning. I noticed that distant clouds were brightly rimmed and knew I must keep an eye on developments. Though we would be leaving soon and I had my morning duties to attend. Birds and squirrels are extra hungry, these … Continue reading Early show →

30th December 2021 Today's photograph was chosen by Toby. He was poking my hand to persuade me to give him a treat from my drawer and when I looked up, somehow the above photo was on the screen. On the left, an osprey nest on a power pole. This was one of those very grey … Continue reading Keeping warm →

1135/15th January 2022 Feeling less than inspired, I lifted my head to gaze out down the driveway and noted a contrail in much the same place I saw one yesterday. I had the idle thought that perhaps it was a scheduled flight that would always pass overhead at this time. Assuming it was on schedule, … Continue reading Aviators →

1650/14th January 2022 As the Sun sank into the West, our Eastern horizon turned pale orange. It was not cloud but presumably a reflection or a diffusion of light through the very cold atmosphere. Something I had never seen before. There are no end of surprises if you look for them. Ice on the kitchen … Continue reading Climate control →

0715/12th January 2022 In contrast to January 12th, this morning dawned flat grey, like a prison wall. As it turns out, prison walls are now PINK. At least some are. It's supposed to be soothing. If I had to live with either of these shades I would be permanently bilious. Why didn't I just say … Continue reading Getting grounded →

1040/12th January 2022 With the dramatic drop in temperature, wildlife feeding now has multiple sittings: Yesterday's first sitting lasted maybe ten minutes. Then there was a chorus of: "More please!" Just as well the man went out for supplies. Years ago, when I was a working girl, for unknown reasons I was sometimes called "the … Continue reading Definitions →

0826/12th January, 2022 ⁠We're all in the dumps, ⁠For diamonds are trumps; The kittens are gone to St. Paul's! ⁠The babies are bit, ⁠The moon's in a fit, And the houses are built without walls. from Mother Goose rhymes. A very old rhyme, by all accounts, and one can debate the meaning. I think of … Continue reading In the dumps… →

1515/10th January 2022 Around the end of December, I began writing a "poem", a farewell to 2021. But as so often happens, I went astray onto a different topic and then I abandoned it in favour of feeding cats, or some such excuse. It's still not finished and it will never qualify as a poem. … Continue reading Topics →

1440/9th January 2022 Even the wind chimes were cased in ice. Later in the day, the temperature rose just above freezing and precipitation turned to rain, thankfully clearing ice from some trees and bushes. And there was just enough warmth in the sinking Sun to dry them off before a very cold night set in. … Continue reading Good for fish →

0940/9th January 2022 Last January I had a short obsession with ice. Temperatures remained below freezing for such a long time, I began building a "sculpture" from blocks of ice that fell out of the bird baths each morning. It was February 21st before a melt began. By the 28th of February, the sculpture was … Continue reading Not nice →