Captured Raindrops (Monochrome Monday)

 

 

 

 

 

A lone autumn visitor! (Monochrome Monday)

Although the cold autumn winds have dispersed most of the birds that frequent the tree outside my kitchen window, this lone robin remained.

Through no fault of their own, robins have never been a favorite of mine. Sadly, when they’re on the ground they remind me of a Queensland toad. An ugly beast at the best of times!

 

 

 

 

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We call him Buck, Buck Rogers! (Wordless Wednesday)

 

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It’s a Murder in the Making (Fav Foto Friday)

The crows are doing double-duty this autumn with all the rain around. Never before have I seen crows pecking at the ground for whatever creatures are lurking beneath the surface.

Murder in the Making

When it comes to crows, I tend to think of them as decimating someone’s trash can or fighting over some unfortunate road-kill. Never do I think of them as birds that search for something fresh and tasty!

 

 

 

The DNA of Snow perhaps???

Christmas lights hung in a neighbour’s trees remind me of a strand of DNA. Perhaps it’s the DNA of snow which they manipulate to receive more or less snow at their liking, hmmm

Snow DNA

Then again, perhaps it’s just me as when I mentioned this to the children as I prepared dinner one night, their blank stares looking back at me suggesting it wasn’t, with just the hint of… “mum, how much longer?”

Calm Before the Storm – Monochrome Madness

Seeing the peak of Mount Elizabeth this year has been a rarity so when I looked out my window just over a week ago, seeing both her peak AND sunlight, I rushed for the camera.

Calm before the Snow Storm

All I managed were four photos before the clouds closed back in, once again shielding her from my view. I’ve not seen her since.

That was until yesterday. The clouds parted, having dumped two meters of snow upon us in just 48 hours. As our immediate world was blanketed in the deepest snow, there stood Liz, looking almost the same as in this photo.

How can this be Liz? Where’s your luxurious cloak of white? Seriously… “mum, how much longer?”

Early Morning Flight

Timing is everything and this morning was no different.

Watching as wisps of the morning clouds appeared motionless in the morning light, small flocks of birds began appearing from the valley below.

Morning Flight...

Only ever in small numbers – sometimes in pairs but never greater than five. It was simply glorious to witness this renewed life soaring into the new day.

And as quickly as it began, it was over. As to when I’ll be standing in the right spot at the right time to witness this again… “mum, how much longer?”