|Chaffinch, by Ken Billington|
|Great crested grebe & young|
|Blackbird & berries|
by Des Bowring
'On Sunday night, the thermometer read -5C. Checking on the animals at nearly midnight, the water in the yard buckets was like rock and the earth was frozen hard.
Yes, it's cold and it's a pain, but it's wonderful, too. The stars and the three-quarter moon were brilliant, a mist was rising along the valley, and the white-wrapped landscape in the moonlight was simply beautiful.
An eyeful of all that can give a person an incredible sense of being truly alive and at one with an unspoilt Earth, which still has the power to thwart us all.'
|Short-eared owl |
by Steve Garvie
On the frozen-over ponds in the saltmarsh, frost flowers bloomed as prettily as the real thing - they made me feel guilty for stepping on them...!