A Silver Christmas Star.

This morning Pendle Hill had a white covering on top, frost or snow, and it was very cold here in Rishton. I topped up the bird food and felt I would have liked to feed the poor hungry Starlings who grouped together on the tops of the chimney stacks on the terraced roof opposite our house. But there were so many. It is a seriously tough time, especially for the wildlife. Paul is back at work and travelling again. I miss him but Arthur is good feline company.
Reading a Kindle book about Medjugorje visionaries called My Heart will Triumph. It is enthralling but I get stuck on the Croatian words and struggle.
Anyway, thanks for dropping by and have a pleasant weekend.