Our end of the pond has frozen, and I've never seen so much animal activity in our yard. Birds are darting around hyperactively through the rushes, and squirrels chase each other up and down bare tree trunks. There were some dancing around on the pond earlier until one, with a start and a twitch of the paws, nearly fell through the thin ice. They’re sticking to terra firma for now.
We have also been visited by a bird with bright blue markings, which, after a quick Google, I feel qualified to call a blue jay. And every time I go to the window to photograph him, he flies away, dammit.
No classes on Friday so I’m tucked up toasty indoors, soon to fill the house with the aroma of caramelised onion and blue cheese tart. I’ve just found another excellent use for concentrated cherry butter: dolloped onto a bowl of slow-cooked, creamy whole-oat porridge. Great, too, on a loaf of Sunday-morning soda bread, hot from the oven.
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