Friday, 24 December 2010
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE.
I am sitting here in my red fleecy dressing-gown like a gender-challenging Mother Christmas. All the shopping is done; the presents are wrapped; the food is in the fridge and at last (and it has not been easy) I have got into the spirit of Christmas and everywhere feels right. The sun has begun its slow creep back up the yard arm and - as I write - is pouring through the staircase window. The snow lingers and here and there crystals glint in the sunlight.
In the paddock by the house the sheep, those hardy Swaledales, would rather scrape at the snow with their feet to find a bit of old grass than lower themselves to eat hay and sheep nuts.
At the bird table this morning there were twenty three cock blackbirds and all were expending their energy fighting over the food rather than cooperating and sharing. One was on the table itself, shovelling up beakfulls of suet and sultanas and not allowing anything else on the table. Nearby in a bush a robin waited for its opportunity. We have five robins and they are all fighting for food too. And further away a blue tit hung about watching for its turn. There is nothing so true as the pecking order. When the woodpecker arrives everything stands back.
The farmer surprised me yesterday with a lovely pre-Christmas present of a new microwave oven. It is a state-of-the-art job with lots of knobs and buttons, so if I suddenly stop blogging it will probably mean that I have pressed the wrong button and gone up into space.
Dominic has just been round to rescue me as my computer suddenly decided to stop working altogether, so thanks for that Dominic. Here's wishing all of you a happy and peaceful Christmas and a happy and healthy New Year. I will probably find time to blog over the holiday period, but if I don't then I'll see you all next week.