Frozen moss

Really sharp frost this morning which called for an early(ish) Cooriedog walk. It was good to hear my wellyed feet crunch rather then squelch through the field. I looked out for my chaffinch chums but they were heard and not seen.

Lots of bird song around. They might be celebrating the official end of winter and rehearsing for the delights of spring which doesn't seem far away now. They might be as glad as I am to see the end of February.

Couldn't see the moss for the ice.