I walked in the snow down to the solitary oak and along the stream. As happened by the railway line, I got close to the buzzard without seeing it, then caught a brief flash of tallit as it flushed. I stood for a while listening to its mews, from somewhere in the line of trees running north, but it didn't reappear.
We're getting low on wood chip, and hoping we'll hold out out until our next delivery on Saturday. And we're hoping that they'll be able to get here! We have cleared the snow off the sloping part of the drive, but more snow is forecast tonight and on Saturday, so we expect to have to do it again. We also chopped some wood for the stove in the refectory, and inaugurated it, snuggling round at tea-time. Old Chinese Proverb (well, actually Henry Ford): "Chop your own wood, and it will warm you twice."
Incidentally, google "How much wood would a wood chip chop if a wood chip would chop wood?" and you get the answer 13. Hmmm.
Between September 2010 and September 2011, I lived alongside an Anglican Benedictine community of monks and nuns. In November 2010, we moved from Broad Marston Manor near Evesham to Mucknell Abbey, a new eco-monastery near Worcester. This blog was about things that I observed and things that interested me. I have now stopped writing it. Thank you to all who were also interested.
13?? Hmm indeed. Google is a strange and wonderful place, but perhaps it gets a little confused sometimes.
ReplyDeleteHope the wood chips get to you ok! My neighbours bring out big logs onto the edge of the footpath in the park and have a nifty little machine for chopping them up (not a chainsaw but of that ilk). I feel positively lazy with my diesel burner... Though I don't get to be as self-righteous! :)
Keep warm!