Warm today, (almost 15C) but the water is still frozen, there is not enough wind yet to sweep the fog off the creek so the world is lost in a stationary sea of mist.
Strange, no wind, but a sudden warming, must be the jet stream working way up there.
On auto, the camera will not trigger the shutter because it can find nothing in the distance on which to focus. So I have to find something in the foreground, or no picture.
Quiet too, no rustling leaves, and despite being hunting season no popping of guns, nothing but the faint sound of condensed mist dripping from the dock.
Five minutes later, a faint breeze is already dispersing the fog and the first birds are already lining up for breakfast, the magic moment has passed into history.
Boadicea's Chariot 
Like us, you appear to be provenancing half the birds in the County
We seem to be having the first good blow of the winter. Such wimps here they describe mere zephyrs of breeze as wind? They need to try the Pembrokeshire cliffs, next stop Brazil type wind!
I have to say anything over 40 mph in a wooden shack is grim, creaks and flaps about like a half dead pterodactyl, give me 3′ granite walls any day of the week. Oh how I miss my real house.
Still rough from the flu, better-ish. But then any worse would be morgue material! No wonder the Donner party ate each other, fuck all else to do!
Hello Mrs. O. 2pm, 20C and a thunderstorm right now, seriously weird.
We have a broad variety of small birds here, Junkoes, finches, Wrens (Carolina), sapsuckers, small and large Woodpeckers, Mourning Doves, they all seem to cohabit easily enough and only flee when the Jays or the Starlings descend en mass on the feeders.
Regarding the Donners and their odd dietary habits. I was watching a recent TV attempt by a group attempting to follow Shackleton’s voyage from Elephant Island to South Georgia in a small boat (why people do this when they are not faced with imminent death I do not know). Anyhow the group were living on similar rations to the originals, a monotonous diet of pemmican (dried beef, oatmeal and dried peas pressed into blocks) and powdered milk cooked in water to make a stew (Hoosh- Shackleton’s men called it). One crew member when receiving a steaming mug was asked what it tasted like, his answer.
“On a scale of 1 to 10 with 1 being good steak and 10 being dogsh*t , it’s an 11”
It’s bright and fresh here (3C) and blowing up a storm of some kind. The weather community is having trouble forecasting what.
that stew recipe sounds interesting…..