A morning bright with the brilliance of a March morning’s sunshine dispelled yesterday’s patchy blue skies that alternated with glowering clouds, but the attendant icy winds and freezing temperatures remain up here on our hill.
Cedric, our boss crow, gobbled up the peas and mashed potatoes left from Sunday, while the starlings and blackbirds polished off the steam-softened carrots which were sweet, and more to their taste. The woodpeckers, along with the collared-doves, tits, chaffinches, dunlings and sparrows, helped by a few surreptitious robins and wrens, busied themselves with nut and seed dispensers while performing acrobatic manoeuvres among the suspended fat-balls.
The bird baths have thawed out in the sun, and the little water-feature is bubbling merrily, instead of presenting our feathered friends with an ice-rink which yesterday created something of a challenge as they tried to find a perch from which they could drink, but to their surprise, ended up in retreat as they skated backwards from the water. Their efforts made me smile, but a jug of hot water poured over the pebbles soon remedied the situation.
Meanwhile the hellebores continue to cheer up a dark corner of the garden whilst defying the elements with their brave display, and I remember, as I look out on a wild Carmarthenshire landscape, ‘Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…it’s about how to dance in the rain. We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust out sails.’ (Anon).