The cold midwinter of the northern fells, bites deeply into this ecology.
Yet all around the indomitable spirit of birds is present.
Thin piping calls fill the air and their constant motion enlivens the treetops.
Somehow these tiny sparks of life thrive in the icy skies.
They are symbols of hope at this, the darkest time of the year.
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