We popped out to the lottie to see how things were going. The Sandman had been and gone, as the plots were all fast asleep. The Merels (black birds) walked across our sitting bench. A waterhoen left it’s mark And the Limnanthes stands up to let us know that ice and snow cannot keep it down.
Waterhoen is a Moorhen in english. They do drag their feet , or is it that they drag their tail feathers?
Annie— cheers for that. I did not know there were over there as well. Daniel— thanks. I hope all is well under the mulch layer.
We saw that you were getting the snow on the radar Sjoerd Just the rain here. Our Waterhoen hasn't turned up yet but I've cleaned the pond out ready
Ours only comes in the spring, we're on top of the chalk downs so it's very dry (no rivers as it's porous and permeable)
Zigs— oh, that looks like nasty work. Two years in a row I had a pheasant on the train tressel across the little canal that borders on the Lottie. He came first with that less than melodious call. Then stepped out of the reeds. What a fantastic-looking beast he was. I was happy to see him, but had no interest what-so-ever to invite him over for tea.
That's a beautiful, peaceful winter scene Sjoerd. Makes me a bit nostalgic for the winters I grew up with.
