 A collection. First, a sheep. Funny, they've never been in that field before. Must be magic snow-sheep, borne in on the chilly breeze.
A collection. First, a sheep. Funny, they've never been in that field before. Must be magic snow-sheep, borne in on the chilly breeze. 
 A traditional robin.
A traditional robin. 
 Some frosty rosemary.
Some frosty rosemary. 
 The view down my road.
The view down my road. 
 And finally, a pair, at dusk, of chilly ears, attached to a bun digging for its dinner. I threw an organic carrot out of the window for it, in pity. Hop(e) it finds it.
And finally, a pair, at dusk, of chilly ears, attached to a bun digging for its dinner. I threw an organic carrot out of the window for it, in pity. Hop(e) it finds it. 
 
 
Emma