Baby, it's cold outside.............sorry, I couldn't resist.
It is though. 12 degrees and clear as a choir out there. Venus looks like a shining diamond, although the tiny moon shard set a long time ago. It had wandered well west by late dog-walking last night and was long gone by dawn-ish daybreak.
The air is barely moving. Up from the river floats quack quack quack.......Some hen duck is protesting her fate, or the weather, or just calling to her flockmates in the dark. I know it's a hen because they are the noisy ones in the puddle duck world. The boys are pretty quiet.
Whether it's a Mallard or an American Black Duck is a bit beyond me.
If it seems I have had little to say lately...well, despite the calendar claiming that it's still fall, it's winter. Usually the winter doldrums fall upon me in November so I am grateful that the gloom is late this year.....probably because I get outdoors every day for at least a little while.
However, the short days bring their inevitable result sooner or later...no doubt in a few weeks the winter weary among us will become more loquacious, but for now....this is as good as it gets.
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