An Icy Day

12/02/2012

 
Yesterday Mother Nature stretched her long, icy fingers into every nook and cranny. The man who lives next to Kizzie's friend Becky at the end of the drive told us that it had been minus 11.5 last night. No wonder we were a tad chilly. It took Mum and Dad an hour to get water to the yard and as they topped up our drinkers we had to be very quick to have a swig before it froze again.
The frost had covered the spiky stalks of grass that poked up through the snow with glistening white feathers that looked very much like the little white Frizzle. The latter of which we could not find, her being so well camouflaged. We also have lots of blackbirds that come and sit on our perches in the barn. Dad thought at a glance that he had a very neat looking rosecomb - only to realise it was a sheltering blackbird!
We have been looking out for the redwings, a winter visitor, who pass this way in February, but sadly these little birds often starve when the snow is too deep to let them scratch for insects which they love to feed on. They have never been known to come to a bird table or take other food offered to them as they are very shy. We thought we saw a fieldfare yesterday - they are like thrushes, but larger and more blue in colour. The redwings are halfway in size between a thrush and a robin and they tend to fluff out their feathers so that they look bigger than they really are.
Peter Rabbit and his family have been rooting around in the leaves at the bottom of the trees in one of the few unsnowy patches. They have gnawed at the bark from the young beech trees too. Barney must be hungry  as we have seen his white shadow flit by in the day - hopefully looking out for an unwary small bird or a mouse that might have ventured out to smell the upper air. Mr Buzz too has been scanning the fields in the hope of finding some unsuspecting creature in the open. Most of the mice are safe under the snow and find their food in the moist, soft earth. Maurice Wood Mouse hasn't visited the bird table at Wattlebury Cottage for a couple of months - and although he doesn't really hibernate, he becomes inactive and is no doubt ploughing through the store of seeds and grain he gathered during last year - which is lots!
Mr Fox walked through the garden of the Big House at lunchtime yesterday. Luckily he didn't come round to see us, and Harry the Peacock kept his watchful eye on him from a safe distance. When Dad let us out this morning Truffle and Harvest showed him where the fox had walked up to their stable door during the night. His footprints could clearly be seen using the paths that Dad had made us, so as to avoid the deep snow. He had investigated quite thoroughly in the Log Shed too - no doubt in the hope of sniffing out an egg or two, as that is one of the girls' favourite places to lay them. He would have been disappointed however as it is far too cold to sit in the Log Shed laying an egg just now!
And Kizzie very kindly volunteered to go to the Mobile Library for Harvest last week. I was greatly relieved about this, as were we all. She drove there in her car - she calls it Alan - and despite having to jump start it in the car park - was back in a fraction of the time that it would have taken us. Love Gordon xxx
 
 
We are not struck. We are definately not struck at all. We walk gingerly along the paths that Dad has dug for us to get from point A to point B, not daring to veer onto the icy white stuff that freezes our toes. The barn has become a place of sanctity and we are joined by all manner of wildlife seeking refuge (and food).
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The snowy garden at the Big House on Saturday
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and Mum had left Kizzie's jumper out on the line overnight
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The Big Field this morning
Harvey and Honey seem to like following the tracks and they play and leap about. Very strange. Lois sits regally on a bed of hay in the middle of her field, her body warm, but her normally white coat overpowered by the brightness of the snow. Here and there are holes dug and blades of grass and leaves exposed. The blackbirds and the robins are especially busy. Back in the yard we welcomed the sunshine this morning even though it wasn't particularly warm. Harry the Peacock ventured down from the Big Oak and sat on the fence preening himself, his tail growing more and more lustrous. The sheeps' wool hanging on the barbed wire fence (doubtless waiting to provide nesting material in a week or two) was drying out again and sparkling in the snowy sunshine. Before Sylvia and the girls think about babies it will definately have to warm up a bit. But it is nearly Valentine's Day and spring is just around the corner. We hope! Love Gordon xxx
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Someone's has been digging for tasty shoots
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Was it Mr Fox?
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Mum trodged down to give Lois her Hay this morning