For as long as I can remember I have been draw to the Oak tree. I have, over the years, collected leaves, twigs, windfall wood and two years ago was gifted three tiny oak saplings. When I say tiny I really do mean tiny as none measured more than six inches.
The saplings were planted in pots and nurtured over the last two winters. Sadly one didn’t make it and so I now have two. They haven’t grown much but are producing new leaves which I hope is a good sign.
Last year I was told they grow best with company and as they are in individual pots I may now move them to a larger pot, all together and with a holly sapling for company. In the wild they grow alongside holly so I figure this is worth a go. I have space in the garden but they are too tiny to plant out and as we have rabbits I wouldn’t rate their chances very highly if I did.
There is a lot of tree lore related to trees and much can be found online but I want to share this with you: OBOD Tree Lore Oak
This might not look much to those of you who get lots of snow or who live where it snows often but for me this is a big deal as it rarely snows where I live. Yesterday the forecast was for everyone getting some snow, except for us which is often the way, so this is a real bonus.
My inner child loves snow and she was really excited by the forecast that was giving out snow warnings and then really disappointed when it looked too warm here to get any. She always lives in hope though and spent the day watching the weather just in case.
Now I can, and do, work with weather spirits but usually only if there is a real need and never simply to keep my inner child happy, it therefore never crossed my mind to journey, armed with offerings and gifts to plead her case, so both she and the grown up I sometimes pretend to be, waited patiently. We were very happy when the sky darkened, the temperature dropped and it began to snow.
It didn’t snow that much, when I did go out and stand in it for a few minutes, letting it fall on my skin, it was wet snow, disappearing as fast as it came. Sometimes there was brilliant sunshine, blue skies and big white snowflakes being blown horizontally on the wind, sometimes grey skies and nothing, I didn’t get to walk in it, scrunch through it, make snow angels or a snowman as it didn’t settle, but snow it was and my inner child sat inside in the warm and watched happily.
Last year we had a solitary crow that visited every day, sometimes several times a day, to feed from our bird table. I felt really sorry for it as if other crows were around it would run and hide under the garden table but yet was never bothered by either of us. As winter progressed it taught itself to balance on a dead piece of bamboo and using its weight would creep along the bamboo, bending it until it could reach the bird feeder. It also learnt that by standing on one of the stones that we use to stop the bird table being blown over by the wind if it jumped slightly it could reach the fat balls too.
When spring came the crow disappeared and although there are always crows in the garden, or sitting high in the ash trees of the solitary crow there was no sign.
Until yesterday 🙂
Yesterday we noticed a crow jumping up to feed from the bottom of the fat ball container. Unlike other crows who hit and run, or grab everything, we watched this crow feed and when it had had enough, wander off down the garden, just like the crow that visited last year had done.
Today it was back again. I am as sure as I can be that it is the solitary crow from last year. It is not bothered by me moving around in the conservatory unlike with other crows the smaller birds and our resident pigeons are unafraid of it and happy to continue feeding while it is there. I am happy that it has remembered it can feed here and I look forward to watching it again this winter too.