Today dawned with weak but warm sun. Is this really the start of December? As folk open the first of their Advent Calenders and all those festive cards from well organised people start arriving, it's hard to believe. The warmest November for many years has closed the door. It's warm, the soil so soft, that the moles are very busily engaged in hill making.
but there are some things that are definitely wintry scenes ...
Also on the now almost leafless hazel trees, there are the first young catkins forming
whilst all around the beech trees are bare and almost grey against the green. But the scars of mining remain black against the burnt umber landscape where old slag heaps can still clearly be seen along where the old dram road used to carry loads of freshly hewn coal.
In the old churchyard, the holly is even further in bloom
and the cowslip is buttery bright
the necessity for extra fodder for stock and flock. When the summer harvested hay is put out to supplement the grazing and after so many months of grass, this gets their attention!
and yes, someone always has to play King of the Castle,
no matter which feeder it is ...
and mebbe someone else (who got fed up of me taking photo's of sheep) wants to end up as poser of the day
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