This morning, in a few spare moments I took the time
to gaze at the fresh falling snowflakes, you can’t keep your eyes of them. You
follow some all the way to the ground, others you lose in the chaos of white
dots. They swirl like a feather or drop like a stone, so different so
interesting, so calming.
In the midday, snow was already gone. In the top of
some trees more then twenty magpies gathered around a crow. The blackbird
wasn’t impressed and was enjoying the sun. The magpies made a lot of noise.
Some people think of them as a plague. Perhaps they are because than can do a
lot of damage to the young birds and nestlings in spring, but now they are just
beautiful but noisy birds.
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