November has arrived two days early. There was snow on the ground when i got up this morning. The strong east wind is stripping the trees of their last bright colours. The rain is heavy and the ground is saturated from the days of rain we have already had this month.

As I look out my window the Guineas emerge for an afternoon stroll. They are drenched, their feathers dripping and clinging, yet they refuse to admit that summer has left and ignore the open door of their warm, dry shelter.

The leaves are whipping by and the rain is horizontal rather than vertical as the gusts hit close to 100 kms an hour. The power just flickered off, twice, so I am going to close this now.