Thursday, October 30, 2008

FROSTY

This was taken yesterday in Aberdeenshire. Snowing in October, it's not even winter yet. The birds are staying in Siberia because it's warmer than England.

12 comments:

Brian Hughes said...

Hate to tell you this, Witchy, but Aberdeen's in Scotland, not England...although it has been snowing on our side of the border as well.

Is that snowman an effigy of Robbert? It's the only reason I can think of why any bird would happily shit on its head.

JahTeh said...

It's all the same crappy freezing island and besides I like robins and this one is cute. It can't be Scotland, I thought they ate all the robins up there. Isn't this how that film 'The Day After Tomorrow' started when the Gulf Stream wandered off somewhere and England froze? I suppose you lot will start landing on our shores again.

Anonymous said...

It's not an effigy, Brian. It's the real deal.

Ann ODyne said...

if I lioved in any of those United KingdomS, I would be one of the many batty old ladies who are frozen to death when they go out in the snow feeding wildlife.
The poor little birds.

Ann ODyne said...

OK it's a typo - get over it.

Jayne said...

The north wind doth blow and we shall have snow and what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit in the barn and keep himself warm with his head tucked under his wing.

Second childhood is my excuse as I slip into old age:P

Brian Hughes said...

Can I just say that robins are actually native to Britain and would probably die if exposed to a hotter climate. I'm seen 'em gang up on our cat before now, and kick him where it'd hurt if he hadn't had 'em removed. With his little head under his wing? Under a sinister cloak more like!

Kath Lockett said...

I lived in Aberdeen (Scotland, Brian is right) for a year and remember the bedsheets being frozen solid on the clothesline which was inside the greenhouse for warmth. Mum snapped the corner off one when she unpegged it. In October!

JahTeh said...

I believe we had a frozen Annie looking after chickens in the Western District this year. So sayeth the stupid witch who goes out in the middle of the night when she remembers the stray cat hasn't got bikkies in his bowl.

Kath, I am not a fan of anything very cold unless it contains ice-cream. (insert Coogee joke here)

How can you malign those lovely little birds? Probably just your pampered furball playing for sympathy.

Jayne, that's the only reward for getting old, having a second childhood. I love the poem and here's hoping they all sit under Fleetwood's cat to keep warm.

Brian Hughes said...

"Probably just your pampered furball playing for sympathy."

Well...actually...he had just eaten one of 'em, so I suppose I can't blame 'em for being a bit miffed.

JahTeh said...

Annie the frozen bird lady will have you for that, Fleetwood.

Ann ODyne said...

you're darn tootin' - I'd have him for that and anything else really.

Cats are carnivores and that's that.