We had a lovely, calm, clear night and morning which resulted in hoarfrost forming in this twig.
We were gifted a batch of quail eggs. How different in size, duh. Faye found a pickled egg recipe, which has been my introduction to pickled eggs.
Pickled eggs are kind of tasty.
A splash of pale pink adds a dash of colour to an otherwise grey and white early morning landscape.
Lucy sat-stayed long enough for me to capture a good image. I think this captures the fact that she can be a very serious and intense dog.
I live in a very flat part of the world. Elevation changes could be measured in centimeters or inches. This cluster of silos is over four kilometers from where I was. Although it was a little hazy, it was easy to see some details.
The St. Clair River is jammed with ice, as this image looking all the way across the river reveals.
An American Goldfinch and a Pine Siskin peaceably share drinking from the bird bath.
A distant house reflects early morning light as the full moon still shines high in the sky.
Before today, only four days this month had been mostly sunny. This mornings’ lovely dawn promised that today would be Day 5.
The promise was fulfilled. I was, am, very grateful.
Lucy, fast asleep.