A Misty Morning

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The mist hung heavy over the farm this morning. The chickens were quiet in the henhouse, not even Normans' deep throated 'cock a doodle doo' was to be heard breaking the silence.

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Like a band of sea fog the mist slowly swirled around the trees, a long cold layer of moisture hovering above the wet grass.

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~ As it started to disperse the polytunnel came clearly into view, looking shiny and taut. There was an eerie stillness to the world at first, but now the sun is slowly but surely adding it's warmth to the morning and the mist will soon be a distant memory. ~

By the end of our doggie walk, the sun had warmed the branches of the trees, and the lovely red berries were glistening in its warmth, inviting the birds to breakfast. When I got back to the house, I did my bit for our feathered friends, and filled all our bird feeders with fat balls, wild seeds and peanuts. Within minutes there were two Finches tucking into the fat balls.

Later I must go out and put some fresh water in the bird bath, but for now they have the moisture that lingers all around in the puddles on the ground and the dips in the earth to wash down their breakfast.

Sue xx