I went for a walk down Pwll Gwyn Wood with Pip before work this morning. I felt a bit overwhelmed by the thought of what was in the diary but the morning was getting brighter and Pip was raring to go.
The 'shelf' field above the Wheeler Valley that looks SW over Denbigh Moors towards Snowdonia had a surreal peachy glow and eastwards towards Moel Famau the sky was golden. It was beautiful. The frost felt crunchy.
Some rooks or jackdaws..I can never tell which from a distance..... wheeled in a giant mobile over the woods and caaawed in a discord choir sounding as if they were saying something urgent and important. I wondered if it was to plan the days foraging, or to decide who gets to build on what branch or who was the most sexy bird.
The wood was filled with sound that seemed to fill every pitch and tone as the birds welcomed the dawn and the wonderful day they were about to have eating food and starting new life again.
I walked back up to the house feeling like a different person and ready to seize the day.
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