My Wildlife Sanctuary
Sunday, 29 January 2012
ars ache. The wind feels as though it may just slice me in half. Lying water has turned to ice.
And yet, that does not take away the magic and wonderment of it all. Winter is bird time.
Whilst bees and butterflies sleep, birds come to the fore.
For each one I see, I am reminded this is not my garden. It is communal, shared with any creature that chooses to live here
Sweet robin amongst the honeysuckle twigs. He has been singing to his sweetheart. Spring is but a heartbeat away.
However high a bird may soar, it seeks its food on earth...........
Happy Sunday safari.