Locking the house this morning when leaving for work, we were serenaded by the male Tawny Owl (who is affectionately called Mr Hootie by Himself). The owl was mournfully hoo hoo hoooooo-ing in the tree at the bottom of the garden. We'd heard Mrs Hootie (she trills back a shrill kewick) roughly a week or so ago, but nothing since.
The mist swirled around the house, clinging thickly around the lights along the road out of the village. It was still dark and murky by the time I arrived at work, the inky black sky was now a deep rich purple fringed by a silvery brume. The park, usually brought to life by dog walkers and bird song was subdued and muffled. I took my cellphone and snapped a couple of photos.
I returned to the Coach House and was struck how 'Dickensian' the buildings looked in the early morning gloom. The mist didn't fully lift all day, with a few teasing flashes of blue sky about midday however they soon slipped away as the mist returned.It clung to everything, dampening eyelashes and decorating spider webs with sparkling gems of condensation.And, despite my longing for light and sun and warmth, today was rather beautiful in it's silvery opaque shades.
Muted beauty
ReplyDeleteIt was. Incredibly soft colours all day
DeleteHopefully you are far enough south, and sufficiently inland, to miss the worst of whatever this weekend's storm brings.
ReplyDeleteI've just spent a few days outside my normal sleep/wake schedule and had forgotten just how lovely it can (sometimes) be at silly-dark-o'clock.
Oh, we are certainly inland - so far inland that it would have to be a very high tide for us to dibble our toes in the sea! But we are expecting winds as we are alongside the moors that linger at the base of the Pennines - strap all cats down - we're in for a windy one!
DeleteJust been watching the latest weather report and see that you could be be hammered - stay safe xx
DeleteThanks sweetie, just up and the noise of the wind is extreme, it roars and screams around the end of the house. If I can find my Anemometer I will pop outside . . .
DeleteThe web is a great shot. Love the first two especially.
ReplyDeletethank you ☺️
DeleteThat second photo looks like a scene from Victorian London!
ReplyDeleteWe call the tawny owl who lives in our garden "Simon" as in Simon Owl (Simon Cowell). I have such an infantile sense of humour.
I hope you avoid the storm. xxx
Simon Owl - that had me chuckling😁
DeleteI suspect we will only have a rather windy day, (well, that is what I am hoping) as the storm forecast has it going further north.
Mornings and late afternoons have been misty and atmospheric these last few days. Gloomy, yet beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI hope the storm passes quickly. Xx
Hope the storm has passed you by with very little damage xx
DeleteLove your photos; I know it is dull and grey and not spring but there is still beauty to be found and marvelled at. We sometimes hear owls here but I do miss Boris who used to perch in the tree outside the study window at our old house. I swear he'd hoot to let me know he was there! x
ReplyDeleteI suspect that 'our' owl is either Boris or an offspring of same, coz as far as the 'Owl Flies' we are not that far from the tree of your old house ... worth a thought?
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