Thd day had started with the big jets (I'd guess at Typhoons by the racket) flying around. I think they were playing Noughts and Crosses...
The puddles were frozen, and I started to notice the different patterns in them. Thinking of the way that rock freezes in different shapes as igneous lava sets (think Staffa), this is a short collection...
Delicate lacing...
Smooth curves...
Jagged spikes...
It must be something to do with the variables, depth of puddle, rate of freezing, air flow, sunlight, adsorption of the soil (or is that absorption?), whether it has been smashed to buggery by a tractor, etc.
Birds on a wire (starlings). One would expect that as I got closer they would be off as a flock, but in fact they left a few at a time in different directions until there were two left. Looking side to side, it seemed that they were playing a game of "chicken" (or "sparrow" as they probably call it). Moments after the loser left the other counted to five and shot off.
There appeared to be fog in the distance towards Kiplingcotes
No apologies for another woodland shot...
Finally a frozen fungus...
2 comments:
What lovely patterns in the puddle ice! Very interesting about the different patterns too.
Thanks. It gave me pause for thought. I was looking down so much I missed the buzzard.
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