It seems a little darker but brighter this morning. Snowflakes are slowly falling to the ground. There is so little of them, you can follow their decent, you can even count them. The flakes remind me of the flying pattern of tiny summer bugs. A neighbour and her young dog have walked by stopping every 10 m. It seems she is training the dog to walk. The birdfeeder gang are quieter than usual this morning as if keeping the food to themselves. A slight wind in the winter makes the air colder but makes my thawed flag fly proudly. It must be difficult for a bird to land on a branch when it is moving. Darker grey clouds in the sky today is contrasted with brighter blue skies to the south. The wind increases and takes away my ability to breathe. That has always been a frustrating part of winter for me. The snow has stopped, the dark clouds a little brighter with a hint of red from the sun rising. What was dark can be bright again.
The density has come back to the neighbourhood with the ice and snow frozen to all the tree branches the sound of shoveling in the distance while birds sing their songs all around me. One bird even joined me in the porch. As the sun comes up it highlights the circle t steeple and the tops of the oldest trees. Smoke is seen bellowing out of a chimney from a snow covered rooftop just like a Christmas card. There isn’t any wind today, the flag is still, almost frozen in place. It IS frozen in place. A car drives slowly by crunching the snow and ice under it’s weight. Where do the birds land in the trees? They must not mind the snow on their feet. In fact they seem to knock a little snow off the branches every time they land. If you notice a branch with perfect snow frozen to it then a section out of place and missing snow… that was a bird. Branch out and leave your mark.
The freezing rain has begun. I can hear my flag crack everytime the wind pushes it…St Andrew is frozen. A neighbour has left her car running for 10 minutes to thaw. She left the radio on tuned loudly to talk radio. The words are not understandable, very muffled. The birds are singing but I cannot see them. They must be in the evergreens… and not a fan of talk radio I presume. There was a sudden drop in temperature then back again. Now I see the icicles have formed on the branches.
More birds today and the sounds of them spreading their joy. Perhaps I would not know of the unhappy birds at all because they hide in silence. Is it out of fear? Social anxiety? Are birds put under pressures from the group to act a certain way?
There is a large metal steeple seen just above our house roofs. A 6 sided silver steeple that comes to a point at the top, capped with a circle t. An obvious power back in it’s day as money was put into large buildings to show strength…or at least people who HAD money wanted to show power. It is a silent figure today. Maybe they have insight into the social construct of birds, …doubtful. A crow uses the circle t as a resting point, caws to show its’ power and flies away. Now that we have lost a few of the ancient trees here, the steeple is one of the highest points here now.