I love the smell of the air, although it is now so cold on the cheeks! The birds and all that surrounds the gardens are softer and the green disappears.
The angel continues to stand vigil…the garden becomes a variety of textures and remains beautiful.
Northern Flicker and Sparrows dare not solicit.
My mind goes somewhere else as I edge the river.
This guy flew off with his prey shortly after I tried snapping a photo of him. Off he went, mouse in his claws!
The homes on our circle have been transforming gradually. The crime scene tape is everywhere and there are more bones than bodies!