Last night the moon and the deep white snow joined in to create a glow that seemed to come from the Earth herself. I wish you could have seen it. It appeared to lift from under the snow like deep shuttered light from below. And after a day of screaming wind the calm of it was almost hypnotic.
Yesterday was so bad that The Six spent the whole day inside their quarters messing around with stuff.
I threw buckets of seeds into the deep straw so they could pass the day hunting for them. Their bedding is so deep now that I am fairly sure they could climb the gate if they put their mind to it.
Even the cold blowing snow did not deter the ducks from playing in their water. They sit on their feet a lot but I swear I have seen them surf across the dunes on their slick bellies like penguins when they are in a hurry to see what is in my bucket.
If this were a painting I would call this ‘the common birds’.
Mrs Pania and Mr Flowers spent the day up in the loft. They have no love of snow.
This much snow.
The wind was so fierce that it kept shifting the dunes – in the absence of ski goggles I wore my sunglasses to keep the snow from scratching into my eyes so between my reduced sight and the whirling snow I fell into a dune at one point. With so many clothes on I am like a cross between a T Rex and a blimp. I floundered about on my hands and knees in the dune for a few seconds trying to get leverage in the pillow like snow bank, slightly panicked but laughing at myself, before I got myself upright again.
I was sure that snow had not been there when I passed through five minutes before.
After days of low cloud and wretched conditions there is talk of sun today. Cold I think.
We will see.