Black to Blue

With British Summer Time fast approaching (the clocks go forward at the end of this month) , the dog is getting herself organised accordingly.
When the clocks went back last October, it took her at least 6 weeks to settle down.
She tends to get us up in the night between 2 and 3am. This is probably our own fault as when she was a puppy, we used to get up around this time and put her out for a wee.
Over the past few months, her get-us-up time has been around 4am, but last night (or rather this morning)  she got me up at 5.30.

night sky

The garden was in silhouette, with the silver birch trees reaching out and up into the night, but merging slightly with the higher branches of the apple tree. I could just make out the bird table and bird bath.

I spent my own penny and as I let her back in, a lone pheasant ‘squoughed’ (they don’t squawk or cough, it’s a mixture of the two to my ears) . Closing the door, I noticed the darkness had turned to that inky blue, denoting the approaching dawn.
It would be a glorious day.

Lying in bed, I could hear the chatter of sparrows in the trees alongside us, and the single tone of a bird I could not identify by sound alone. I remembered from my childhood the number of ‘bird impressionists’ that would grace our TV screens in talent shows. I never appreciated them then, but how I miss them now.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to Black to Blue

  1. The Hook says:

    Equally brilliant!

  2. Ah spring. Our clocks leapt forward last night. The peepers have squiggled out of the mud and the birds are in full volume. I loved taking the early morning trip with you. The description was captivating and has me longing for the last bits of snow to melt away. 🙂

    • We haven’t had any snow yet. The seasons are all over the place. Our first Christmas here was very mild (2007) but come Easter 2008, we had 2 feet of snow!

      What are ‘peepers?’

      • Baby frogs. Truly adorkable – and make exactly that noise. Only in chorus and surround sound.

      • How wonderful! We get loads in the garden and I have to be so careful when cutting the lawn as they’re so tiny. Hubby has often seen me guiding one to safety and laughs his socks off (but he does the same!). We haven’t got a pond here, but when we first moved in and attacked the garden, we found a couple of buried broken pond carcasses. We also get toads, and they are huge. Moving the wheelie bins usually uncovers one (or maybe two getting up to naughties, oops sorry!)
        I love our evening walks at that time of year as they are all over the place. Cute.

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