Frosty Dogs

This week has been freezing! Thick frost has been coating every blade of grass, every withered leaf and every russet frond of bracken. The thin ice creeping across the surface of the lochs can be heard tinkling, cracking and creaking as, in her limited hours, the winter sun attempts to bring warmth back to the world.

The cold hasn't stopped our beavers being active however, and the dogs kept me company yesterday as I recorded the latest field signs around the lochs. Fox and Whisper didn't seem to mind at all as they chased and through the frosty undergrowth and splashed into the icy water.

Fox always seems to be in high spirits in wintery weather and gives up trying to be all grown up to play manic games with Whisper. Perhaps it's to keep warm!