As I walked back with Dylan this evening the ice fronds were forming on car windscreens and the pavements became slippery. This is no season of mists and mellow fruitfulness but rather one of fogs and frost and ice.
Yet, when the sun does emerge it is possible to see clouds of midges as the temperature rises. So, we have days of real contrast.
At first light I was down by the stream and saw one of the Little Egrets standing in the middle of the water, but, not where I am accustomed to seeing it, down in the wooded section of the water-course, but under the bridge than spans the stream carrying the bypass. This beautiful bird whose previous existence in this country was curtailed by those seeking to fulfil the needs of fashion, (feathers); has thankfully returned, but I wonder if it has fully adjusted to the straits of the climate. Underneath the roadway is undoubtedly an area protected from the extreme cold and may well have offered this bird much needed shelter.
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