looks like an indian bulbul, dont know what it is called over here ..
Visited the Great Swamp national park today, a delightful half an hour drive away through forested land, by twisting, undulating roads which reminded me of this song.
The swamp is all iced over at this time of the year, and the ground's all crunchy under the feet from Thursday's snow. Elevated walkways take you around the swamp - long bridges that dissapear into the white mist in the distance; over shallow streams that have frozen mid flow. On either side, stands guard the gaunt forest, patiently waiting for spring, the leafless heads of the trees high up in the air.
There's a nice bite in the air - it's easily the coldest day of the year so far. Air so clean that you gulp it down by the mouthful, air so fresh that you want it to caress the skin, raising goose pimples all over.There's no one around in sight, and the occasional walker quickly dissapears on one of the myriad trails, as if apologetic for the interruption . Its a feeling of oneness with nature that you never want to let go.
The freeze has driven the reptiles into hibernation; and most of the birds to migration. There were just of couple of small hardy ones twittering about near the birdhouse, including the one in the pic above. Spring should bring back a lot of activity, though; so have added up a visit in my calendar two months from now.
The swamp is all iced over at this time of the year, and the ground's all crunchy under the feet from Thursday's snow. Elevated walkways take you around the swamp - long bridges that dissapear into the white mist in the distance; over shallow streams that have frozen mid flow. On either side, stands guard the gaunt forest, patiently waiting for spring, the leafless heads of the trees high up in the air.
There's a nice bite in the air - it's easily the coldest day of the year so far. Air so clean that you gulp it down by the mouthful, air so fresh that you want it to caress the skin, raising goose pimples all over.There's no one around in sight, and the occasional walker quickly dissapears on one of the myriad trails, as if apologetic for the interruption . Its a feeling of oneness with nature that you never want to let go.
The freeze has driven the reptiles into hibernation; and most of the birds to migration. There were just of couple of small hardy ones twittering about near the birdhouse, including the one in the pic above. Spring should bring back a lot of activity, though; so have added up a visit in my calendar two months from now.
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aha finally a real blog.... nicely written... makes me want to visit... did u go alone?
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