Winter arrives
This week has been the January we’ve waited on all along, the grey, the bleak, the endless. I’ve read a little about how we all overdo it in winter, how we should take it easy and hide ourselves away as our ancestors might have done, but the rhythms of modern life don’t necessarily encourage that, so on we go, striding towards another day and waiting for spring.
To start the week we had a bit of wind in the mornings, and interestingly this silenced the sunrise birds, who presumably weren’t interested in weather like that.
We did, though, spend a bit of time trying to find woodpeckers. As discussed before, it’s easy to get in the general area, but hard to really zero in, not least because this time the woodpecker stopped pecking as we got close. I think it was up here somewhere.
I say that it’s been bleak, and it has, but there were some nice days in between, with some glorious mornings to usher in the day.
On reflection, maybe winter isn’t so bad after all.