“Sheep, like goats, are associated with Christmas in folk tales told across northern Europe and the British Isles. On Christmas eve, these tales report, all sheep face east, bow three times, and are gifted with the power of speech from the stroke of midnight until the rise of the sun.” – Sheep Folklore
A Morning in Yorkshire
This is a second response to GC and my weekend challenge Surface from our site Weekly Prompts.
Awake at half past five and powerless to fall back asleep, I reclined in bed with my coffee and caught up with WordPress Reader. An hour later, upon opening my bedroom blinds, I was pleasantly surprised to find the surface of the earth around my house was covered in a soft and fluffy blanket of snow. What a welcome change from non-stop rain!
From my bedroom I watched the cattle make their way up the side field toward the manger in the front.
Still not quite daylight, looking out from my landing window I admired the beauty of the sprinkling of snow on the trees
Eager to document this day in my journal (we might not get another), I pulled on my wellies and wax jacket over my PJs, picked up my camera and iPhone and braved the weather.
Although resilient and hardy, these few sheep looked particularly gloomy.
After walking up the drive to the farm gate, I took a few photos of the lane and the cattle at the manger
The only vehicles taking a short cut on the lane this morning were the 4 X 4s, and there are plenty of those around here.
I found it hard to resist the sound of the cattle chomping on the hay, so I filmed an 18-second video!
Soon after, whilst still clothed for the weather, I topped up the bird feeders and brought in a few logs.
Following my warming breakfast of porridge, I took a few more photos of the tups (rams) that were just below my sitting room balcony. By now, although much lighter than an hour earlier, a fog had set in.
At 09:00 AM, after waiting over an hour for the school bus that failed to turn up, my two teenaged grandchildren returned home, I heard them moving around and thought we had burglars!
England never changes, the moment it snows we come to a standstill! Later we heard that the missing school bus was due to a couple of accidents that resulted in road closures!
It wouldn’t be a winter blog without a snowman.
These days it doesn’t snow as often as it used to, but when it does, the children are delighted. Daughter Sophie sent this photo of five-year old Evie who was outside bright and early building a snowman before 07:30 AM.
And now at quarter past one and just a few short hours after taking the first photographs, the snow on the fields is melting and once again forms a mini river around my house.
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