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“The storm starts, when the drops start dropping
When the drops stop dropping then the storm starts stopping.”
― Dr. Seuss

Whilst much of the country was blasted with snow this week, we waited and waited but nothing happened! This morning though, we woke up to the tiniest layer of snow and only then because our roads are not yet adopted and remain untreated with grit/salt!


This week saw the arrival of trees out the front which really helped to shape the landscape. They don’t show up very well against the mud in photos.

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It has been a busy week, some parts of it have flown by whilst others have dragged on. I have to say that Maisy has kept me going quite a bit. I ended up being off of work on Wednesday as I started driving to a training course and my back didn’t like the traffic jams. Maisy does not understand the concept of rest…


Unless it’s on her terms of course, in a warm patch of sunshine, or whilst we’re watching TV….(She’s almost lost all of her pink puppy pads now and she’s got big doggy black feet! They grow up so fast…)

22 25 24The prospect of snow has allowed for the weather to produce some amazing sunsets – and a few sunrises. I’ve been lucky enough to be able to snap a couple this week…

20 23And finally I managed to take a few interesting shots of sky and birds over the week whilst out and about for work in the countryside. I’ve played around a little for a traditional darkroom type effect…

1 6 4.jpg 2So, the weekly challenge is proving to end up with me taking more photos than the daily one did… but with less pressure! I quite like the idea..

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“Life is more fragile and precious than I can comprehend, but believe me, I’m trying.”
― John O’Callaghan

You see it all the time. At least, you do here. Death. It lies in the roads, on the edges of motorways, in the gutters…Whilst it seems so very small and unimportant – it’s still a stark acknowledgement of the absence of life. Birds, squirrels, foxes, badgers….deer…roadkill.

So why was I shocked to see the delicateness of a tiny Swallow Bird with a broken wing? Why did I actually feel just a tiny little bit helpless at this thing that was beyond my control. When my parents brought it home in a cardboard box, I did take pictures…yes… but at the same time, I felt so very sorry. And it was really ‘just a bird.’


For some of the time, whilst I watched, its eyes closed and it didn’t quite want to open them again. It was giving up. For a broken wing it was giving up on life. Then I realised quite how important that small part was for survival, for existence and for fight (and flight). Would you also give up, if that one thing that kept you going, was no longer useable?




My sister took the Swallow to the local Vet who were hopeful they could do something to help the broken wing. Swallows are a beautiful bird, their numbers have decreased considerably over the years. As I learned from my Father today, they don’t much like to perch on things – so he created a makeshift temporary home with a cardboard box that had a garden cane pushed through it – perfect Swallow perching homeliness.

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