|The cross on Whiteleaf Hill|
|Large print - could be a deer|
|Very shallow, oval shaped print - maybe a rabbit?|
|No idea what made that print. It seemed|
to be making a straight line in the snow as
well as the prints
|4 toes and quite a long print - maybe a fox?|
Climbing up the steep path, the trees were heavy with snow and everything sparkled. In the same way that the sun coming out makes everything feel beautiful, a covering of snow makes it feel magical and special. A rare treat for us!
|Looking back down the path|
|The view from the top of Whiteleaf Hill. Princes Risborough below with |
Bledlow Ridge just visible in the distance
After admiring the view for a while, I slipped my way back down the hill, then cut through the churchyard to get home. Again, a covering of snow makes all the difference.
I spotted Whistlejacket in a tree by our house, looking a bit cold!
Back at home I put a few treats out for the birds, which they soon snapped up ....
Brenda the Blackbird lay in wait for any birds that dared to land on her table
|The sparrows braved the wrath of Brenda|
|Mrs Blackcap snuck in when Brenda was distracted|