Skye was ecstatic. Despite this being her third walk of the day, she pelted across the field in pure joy. Her fluffy winter fur slicked back in the wind. Ear tips tinged green from the fog soaked ground. We passed a robin, perched on top of the rusted bridge post. Assessing their territory whilst singing out gleefully. One of the only songbirds to keep their song, and territory, all year round. They add a much appreciated melody to a winter landscape.
Hello Molly such lovely detail in this beautiful story. You are such a great storyteller. Did you ever consider writing a book on your nature adventures? Sending you hugs from the USA 💕
Love reading your nature stories Molly. I feel like I am actually there with you 😊
Hello Molly such lovely detail in this beautiful story. You are such a great storyteller. Did you ever consider writing a book on your nature adventures? Sending you hugs from the USA 💕