It felt like proper winter this morning, with a hard frost that left everything covered in tiny shards of ice that sparkled with miniature rainbows when the sun caught them.
Frosty
12 Wednesday Jan 2022
12 Wednesday Jan 2022
It felt like proper winter this morning, with a hard frost that left everything covered in tiny shards of ice that sparkled with miniature rainbows when the sun caught them.
20 Monday Jan 2020
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birding, birdwatching, British birds, Forest Farm, Forest Farm Nature Reserve, frost, Jay, nuthatch, Snipe
It was frosty white again this morning so, in the hope that the chilly temperatures might have lured the resident Snipe out of their hiding places in the reed beds, I headed to Forest Farm Nature Reserve for a meander. And I was lucky – though they were very distant, I managed to spot three Snipe. Full marks if you can actually see them in this photo.
Of course, the cold temps also meant the birds were hungry and frantic to be fed. I took plenty of seed with me but many of the good folk who walk this reserve regularly had already covered fence post tops and feeding tables with food of various types. This Nuthatch was stocking up, taking away several seeds and nuts at a time to stash in nooks and crannies in nearby trees.
Jays were also busy stashing. Birders were spraying the grass in front of the bird hide with peanuts, which at least two Jays were gathering and carting away to their local hiding places. Best to be prepared in case this chilly spell continues.
19 Sunday Jan 2020
We had another very frosty morning, crisper underfoot than yesterday, and I was delighted to find these fungi, covered in beautiful ice crystals.
18 Saturday Jan 2020
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31 Thursday Jan 2019
Posted 365DaysWildin2019, birds, flowers, nature, weather, wildflowers, winter
inIt was frosty white this morning but, as I write this at 4pm, the forecast snow hasn’t arrived. If I sound disappointed, it’s because I am – as an Antipodean who’s not seen much snow, I love it when it does happen. Still, I enjoyed crunching around the fields at Cosmeston this morning and made sure I took plenty of bird seed for all my hungry feathered friends.
09 Tuesday Jan 2018
‘It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.’ ~ John Burroughs (1837-1921), Winter Sunshine, 1875
15 Thursday Dec 2016
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