Yesterday morning, when I opened the curtains, I was greeted with the following view:
Fortunately, I hadn’t planned to do any work today because we were off on a day trip to Addingham for spinning supplies and a meal at The Swan by their log fire.
Before we set off, I noted that the nasturtiums were still standing. It had after all been a warm three degrees.
The same cannot be said for the temperature today. I have managed to get the lid of the Green Johanna off just now but the pond has a thick layer of ice on its surface.
Whilst taking a break from grating horseradish (my! I remember the days when onions used to make the eyes smart like this), I looked out of the kitchen window and saw a mummy blackbird doing her best to find water. Or perhaps she’d seen something under the ice.
In any event, she couldn’t access whatever it is that she wanted, in spite of her best efforts. It was challenging enough for her to stay upright. Her partner joined her, though it seemed that he was encouraging her to give up the futile foraging expedition, as they soon flew off.
After this, I boiled up some water and then put it in a bowl which I placed on the ice over the pond. I’d read that it is best to avoid cracking the ice, since this can frighten any creatures living under it. I doubt we have any but the bowl did the trick and now I hope the birds will be back.