Reflected.
Perfected.
It is an icebox, with delicate visitors where the river moves.
And everything taking a long breath where water has vanished under a glassy lid.
The white bird in the photo of the river is a little egret, a graceful relation of herons. Several of them have taken up residence in my local wetlands, while the grey heron itself lurks in the undergrowth.
They may consider it cold; siskins, on the other hand, come here to escape. Some do breed in southern England, especially in the New Forest and the Brecks, but most spend their summers in Wales, Scotland or the continent.
But the frost in the hedgerows is a reminder that spring is still a fair time away.
A Walk with Wildlife 
Beautiful as it is at this time of year, may the warmth of spring come soon.
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January is one of my favourite months. But I am looking forward to the spring wildflowers 🙂
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A quiet time
to be watching
and writing
with cold fingers
lovely
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Lovely frosty photos, Adele. There is great beauty in winter and the older I get, the more I appreciate the downtime for rest and renewal.
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Every season brings its own treasures 🙂 I love the bright stars and amber sunrises at this time of year.
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Your winter looks like paradise to me. We have -22C right now. 🥶
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I accidentally posted before I was ready. I wanted to add that your photos are beautiful. 🙂
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Thanks Lynette! I always have a hesitation about calling our winters ‘cold’ but all things are relative, I suppose. I was looking at the forecast for southern Sask a little while ago and they certainly had some major freezes, although it looks much milder than average there now. Keep warm in the north!
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I love that egret. The sunset’s pretty special too!
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