Well, what did I do while being extremely busy with not blogging?
First of all: For a couple of days this newsholic did follow
the advice of Mr Thoreau and ignore any news. No TV; no radio, no PC - ha ha, no! No laptop, either. - And: he did not smoke. Neither he consumed any alcohol. He drank and ate well, though, both of which gave him power to shovel snow.
What (else) did he do then?
Reading (details will / might follow), shovelling snow, writing, feeding the birds, reading, pondering, writing, listening, talking, watching black birds and sparrows, bull-, green- and gold finchs, blue- and great tits, a pair of spotted woodpeckers, a nuthatch, robins and, of course, Mr & Mrs Crow who do accept us to being their neighbours for the past 33 years, reading, writing, shovelling snow - by the way, shovelling with one 'l' or with two, Stan? :) - learning Blackbirdish, oh! and enjoying Fidelio, Carmen, La Traviata, Aida, Don Giovanni, Tosca, La Bohème, The Magic Flute.
Did I mention I was shovelling snow?
Different a view from sping, summer and autumn, hm?
One of our five rain barrels (water butts).
Blackbird through the window of the green house; ...
... and waiting for me to leave after re-filling fodder.
Snow relaxing (on chair).
Remember the roses of Seanhenge?
Sno(w)ivy
Icycles
Blackbird entering restaurant.
Hedgehog's hotel.
Seanhenge at night.
