Goose

Yesterday the Dunham Massey we explored was a magical world of lights and colour and Christmas music as we walked through kingdoms of glitter balls, dancing roses, neon strings and twinkling cathedrals. 

Today we return to a much less colourful world of mid-winter gloom - cold, damp air and muted colours. It is beautiful, nonetheless -  bare skeletal trees - many irreparably  damaged - rising above copper bracken. I’m hoping for deer, but they are few and far between, and those I do spot lurk far away. There is the surprise of parakeets, however, flashes of green and tropical chirrups signalling their presence; it is the first time I’ve seen them this far north. 

More commonplace by far are the Canada geese around the ponds, and this one makes today’s blip. Somehow, its quietness seems a good counterbalance to yesterday’s exuberance.