Look who’s trying to scare the sun away.
It that Dim Dong dum
He got a right hand man
Called Mr Klonk
And this be Mrs Bloddwen Blowbundles
Back Garden Birdies Dinner Lady of Park Road
Serves out more than ample portions do Bloddwen.
Can’t stand to see any of her sweet little birdies go hungry.
The “Beast from the East” is back. Not being quite as beastly as it was a couple of weeks ago.
I opened the kitchen window this morning to a snowed in world again.
Thro the open living room window flake-awake snow flew flurries straight onto my face.
Up in the silver birch were 12 stoical starlings (and a couple of other smaller birds)
I took some vids of the starlings chatter chittering away together (will look at them later to see if a little film might be possible)
In the afternoon I’m walking out the backend of Buckfastleigh on the lane towards Hapstead, with soft swirls of snow still falling, finessing, and filigreeing the trees and bushes.
Oodles of freshly laid snow powder puffing the hedgerows.
The snow reforming everywhere near and far into re-enchantments of light white.
Mr & Mrs Blackbird bin doing a lot of ‘wanting’ in, and at, the back garden the last couple of months.
We’re thinking this years Mister is a younger chap than last years Mister.
But it could well be the same Missus.
She’s got herself a nice fit toyboy!
(with extra oomph of egg-yolk in his beak)
Filming: Hazel Brown
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
Filmed around 6. a.m. just as the moon was about to dip down over the horizon.
The new Lumix TZ35 camera is looking, and zooming, good!
Filming: Hazel Brown
This is Brenda (Blackcap) and Beth (Blackbird) here.
We just hopped onto blog for 2 minutes to get warm.
In such dire need we bin this week.
In need of any crumb of cold comfort.
That Beast from The East got us froze inside its icy grip.
Nearly bit our little heads off.
So fank you very much Missus Brown.
For all your seeds, nuts, crusts, and fatballs.
Helped us stay alive you have.
PS: All us Robins, Dunnocks, Wren, Sparras, and all ovver little brown jobs want to say fank you too!
Filming while freezin at back kitchen door: Hazel Brown
Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet
Buckfaststein has its own rare-breed flock of snowy sheep.
Called ‘sheeple’ (Buckfaststein is were the derisory appellation ‘sheeple’ first originated)
Sheeples are not known for being especially deep or articulate conversationalists.
Sheeplish: “Baaaahh! Baaaah!”
(Translation: “Wo ist wee guv?”)
Sheeplish: “Bah! Ba ba Bah!”
(Translation: “Chucken uns feedlies”)
Sheeplish: “Ba….. Ba….. Ba….Blahbla Baaaah!.”
(Translation: “Zis snee ist maken meine vool heavi”)
(Translation: “O….m….e….i….n…e….. G….o…..t….t!!”)
Sheeplish: “Baaah… er…. baaah…. er…. baaah… er…. baaaaahh”
(Translation: “Bum…..er…. diddly…..er…..bum……er….did-diddy”
Sheeplish: “Baaaaah und Baaaaah und Baaaaahhh und BLaaaaahhh!”
(Translation: “Wee… ist….Sheeplisher…..Mensch!…..Helfen….Uns!”
It’s officially the First Day of Spring today.
Unofficially, and actually, its the Worst Day of Winter (coldest 1st day of March since records began apparently)
A Rare Event in Buckfastleigh: Snowing (enough to make snowballs with and go sledging on).
The snow blowing in on the back of The Beast from the East.
A slow snow falling frosting fast across the rooftops.
The snow turning the town into a Tyrolian village (well, looked at from a suitable distance away it does)
Dreary Buckfastleigh transformed into bleary beautiful Buckfaststein.
The drab town centre car park given a magical make-over.
None of those cars, or any car, would be moving tonight. The temperature, like it’s done all week, would be plummeting down towards minus 5.
This is the centre of town at about 5pm this evening.
Looking pristine. And as pure….. as the driven snow.