...is a cold cold heart!
Can you spot it?
The last few nights have been cold enough again to freeze the chook's water, so first thing I do is take up a kettle full of gently warm water for them. They queue up and drink, leaving little clouds of beaky-breath vapour, I've tried to capture the moment, but it is so fleeting.
Eldest came running in from the garden gently cradling a most beautiful treasure. The finest and most delicate shards of ice he had found in the water butt. It was magical - the ice crystals had grown outwards in feathery fir tree-like sails.
A good find by Eldest.
ReplyDeleteThank you Thursday - we just fell for it's ethereal beauty.
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