There was the expected calm and tranquillity of the morning after the snowfall.
The roads were covered, the furrowed tracks filled with iciness and the locals all a bit puzzled by the cold and the white landscape.
The silence permeated the atmosphere, and it was as if nature was awaiting the wake-up call to get the day started.
There was movement around the base of the first fence post, enough to shake a little snow from the top and shower down on the perpetrator of the movement.
A small echidna was burrowing its way into the wet timber of the post looking for breakfast, a bug or two to satisfy its appetite. The cold bothered it, as it wasn’t used to such things happening. Though it did recall a similar event a week or so ago and it wasn’t happy then either.
It peered above the snow line and saw the road was blanketed and marvelled at the smooth finished surface. It gave way to a whole new perspective on the space, and the small spikey marsupial resolved to stay well clear as it knew any moment now there would be noise and noise if it wasn’t careful could lead to injury and as it was cold it didn’t want to have to deal with that as hunger was the only concern it wanted right now.
So it stuck its nose to the ground, thought, there has to be something here, and ignoring the cold pushed deeper into the snow its tiny sticky tongue doing what it did best, sticking food.