Wednesday, 23 December 2009
Bit of this
I thought it surely had frozen to death and dropped off it's perch, the goldfinch was hanging upside down, a clever ploy to remove family member from the breakfast bar. They proceeded to have a dust up.
It is so cold that whippet's teeth quietly chatter, like a road hammer, roaring in the distance.
When the snow finally starts to melt, patches of glistening ice remain covering the field like small pieces of a of a puzzle waiting to be joined together.
Bit of that
Creature whose behavior is yet to be explained by exam stress, credit card debt, or mortgage worries.