There’s been snow on the ground since before Christmas, and throughout the first week of the year.
A vixen screams.
The offcumden squirrels have been making nuisances of themselves again.
Venus and an owl.
Spectacular winter light, and a brace of deer.
The early winter weather has been changeable to say the least.
Under self-imposed semi-house-arrest. Phase two of the Squirrel Wars. Binge reading. A brace of anniversaries.
Geese and a genealogist.
My first mole.
Spooked some roe deer.