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.