As the Barnacles flew over Port Charlotte this morning to their feeding grounds the whiteness was all around. Snow, silently and stealthily, during the darkness had covered everything and that included the grass! They were airborne for quite sometime as if looking for the best opportunity.
The children did not have the same problems - they were up and out playing and four hours later still doing so! As we watch from the window a Robin alights the fat ball and proceeds to feed. The House Sparrows which inhabit the walls of our wee house attack the peanuts in a squabble of hecticity! The Herring Gulls circle the vilage loking for ...anything. They are spectacularly white and grey in the brightness of the early morning.