Many people, perhaps most, when asked, would prefer a 'proper summer' and a 'proper winter'. Part of that scenario would be serious snow in January. Blacka has had a taste of that lately and it doesn't get it every year even at this altitude. The prettiness and the otherness of snow appeals to our romantic and aesthetic senses.
For some of the residents that entails a desperate struggle. Two robins came searching for me at 8.15 diving at my supply of cheese before I could get the lid off the box. We were a hundred yards from the wall caff, the normal feeding station. The resident crow had been calling at me earlier than that. Others were waiting anxiously but more patiently. Concentration could not be faulted.
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