This morning, the whir of a strong wind surrounded my house and it darkened noticeably. Then the shriek of hungry birds filled my ears. Scrappy, my big orange tomcat, leapt onto the back of a chair near the living room window, and imitated the bird’s chirping. I looked out, and hundreds of tiny, hyperactive snowbirds swarmed about the mountain ash. In minutes, all the bright red berries clinging to thin empty branches disappeared. Then the birds moved on, leaving behind one more assurance winter has arrived.
About Me
- Storyteller
- Drayton Valley, Alberta, Canada
- I am Cynde, David, and Lance’s mom, Sonia and Ramona’s step mom, Grammy to eleven, as well as Sebastian’s and Oliver's best friend. Beyond my family, I am a writer. Words are my tools, and the world is my workshop. Without mercy, I manipulate my reader’s emotions until I have them believing what they formerly thought impossible. Those close to me, choose their words and actions with care, for no one knows what will end up on pages of my manuscripts.
Sunday, 13 November, 2005
Winter has arrived
This morning, the whir of a strong wind surrounded my house and it darkened noticeably. Then the shriek of hungry birds filled my ears. Scrappy, my big orange tomcat, leapt onto the back of a chair near the living room window, and imitated the bird’s chirping. I looked out, and hundreds of tiny, hyperactive snowbirds swarmed about the mountain ash. In minutes, all the bright red berries clinging to thin empty branches disappeared. Then the birds moved on, leaving behind one more assurance winter has arrived.
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I wish your snowbirds would inform the weatherman here that winter has arrived. NC weather is always weird. It was FREEZING last week. This week we're enjoying above 70 degree temps. How do you dress for such weather? Oh well. Nice pic!
Heather
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