It’s a white morning today. The first real frost of the season. But
like so many frosty mornings, the sun is shining brightly, cheerily. Various
birds are flitting around trying to find food. The bird feeder is emptying quickly.
The temperature at 7am was -7˚C. Winter definitely feels as though it’s on the
way.
Yesterday, too, was bright in the morning – it turned wet by the
afternoon. I ventured out to try to take a photo of our strawberry tree in full
bloom/fruit. It’s looking rather magnificent at the moment. As I concentrated
on trying to frame up the picture, I was suddenly shocked by an almighty whoosh
sound. I looked up in time to see a big fat, very furry black cat jumping over
the fence into our garden. I looked round to see the prey – a grey squirrel. It’s
years since a squirrel last ventured into the garden. I love to watch them at
their mischief. I hastily hissed at the cat. It swerved & rushed up to the far
end of the garden. The squirrel lived another day.
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