Sun raises his glory a little earlier...
one brave eye peeks over the bedsheet more hopefully...
leaf buds appear and some dare to swagger forth in lime radiance and apparent defiance of the ominous slate on the horizon...
mad-cap geese sail near the icy wind and tip, and almost flip...
a lone tit pecks frantically for a peanut before perhaps the late-winter gale catches her plucky spirit...
…while snowdrops bow to whatever may come, tiny lion-hearts of February
bidding good morning to Mr. Groundhog
Skye and as you can see, these Orbost Highland cattle are dancing a jig...
well, this guy is just very good at playing poker--but I know by the tilt of the hip, he is swaying to the pipes.
The petite homesteader on the hill at Orbost estate showed a very good tossing arm. What a wall and what a great day to find snowdrops...
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