There is something to be said for very clear, very cold winter days. Something other than “it’s d*mn cold!”
Yesterday, the snow came down. Hard. And with very big flakes.
Covering everything and making a wonderland.
But amidst all this quiet, I heard fluttering and a familiar sound. It was the sound of robins. Lots of them.
Well of course you can’t see them (try clicking on the photo for a closer view) but take my word for it — a veritable gang of robins nibbling on the shrivelled fruit of buckthorn thickets and then taking a cool drink from an adjoining stream…
And then more — a pair of these birds. Can you spot them?
Zoom in and see if you can identify them: they have yellow breasts and a tuft on the tops of their heads.
But the real thrill came the day before while walking next to the river…
A beaver! Right on the ice, like it was the most natural thing in the world — shouldn’t he be hibernating?