The first snow of the year fell last night, coming down in huge flakes as we drove home from Stirling.
Just on the corner of our road – a few yards from our house – a woodcock was furtively poking around on the snow-covered grass. We couldn’t believe our eyes! Having put the car in the drive, Colin grabbed his camera and went to take a closer look. The little guy must have come down with the cold weather, and was possibly just looking for somewhere to feed. We left him alone after that, and I hope that he eventually made it up into the woodlands at the back, where there’s plenty of soft ground.
This morning the snow was still here, but a cold fog had come down, giving an air of mystery (well, you have to make the best of it!) So I trudged up through the woods at the back of the house, to see what I could find. A quiet, white world, broken by the occasional plopping of snow from branches. The distinct smell of fox, and some sweetly cheeping finches – possibly redpolls – in the highest trees.
I’m not sure how long this is going to last, but it makes a welcome change from months of endless rain and wind.