Tuesday, December 7, 2021


By the time we've made it to the storm drain my shaggy companion is looking rather the worse for wear. This is what ferreting around in the long wet grass in search of  owl kill will do to a girl. 

Sophie wonders whether we're going to sit on the storm drain and put the world to rights. It's decidedly wet so instead we stand and watch the next squall blow in from the Atlantic.

On the village pond we catch sight of two moorhens making haste into the safety of the shrubs. Sophie thinks of giving chase but, thankfully, doesn't. 'The Font' saw seven of the moorhens yesterday which puts paid to the notion that the young ones have flown the nest in search of a pond of their own.

An Advent surprise. Back to Pennsylvania one last time. A carol, presumably American, that I'd never heard before. The singing pleasant but when the soprano kicks in the whole thing changes. What a voice :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyEjH7YDmMM


Coppa's girl said...

What awful weather you're having - it must be bad if Sophie doesn't complain about taking shelter!
Perhaps the young moorhens are having the same problem youngsters everywhere are having - difficulty to afford their own accommodation - so better to stay with Mom!
The promise of another good day here, blue skies and sunshine. Yesterday afternoon I took a photo of a late blooming rose in our courtyard garden, which gets very little sun at this time of year. On the same bush there are two other buds ready to burst open, so I'll be keeping a close eye on them. Roses in December, after the terrible weather we've had recently, are a rare treat.

Lisa in France said...

Yes, that is a very ominous cloud blowing in, but it's good to know the moorhens are still prospering.

WFT Nobby said...

Great news that the moorhens survived all the disruption to their habitat earlier in the year and decided to stick around.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
We are bracing ourselves for Storm Barra here... and being on the 'leading edge' of the land, I can relate that the winds are strengthening, the sky forgot to bother getting light and the gulls are calling 'storm at sea, storm at sea'...

Yes, a delightful soprana sound that. YAM xx