the birds fled as /
the smart trot and jingling of the rimy harnesses/
cross the laughing woods
How it went:
I was on the prowl to take some photos of the wildlife, in a little wood nearby. I do that a lot. The weather was cold, the wind bit my cheeks. Curiously, the birds started singing, and I did my best to sneak up on them.
Suddenly, the sound of approaching hooves startled the birds, and they took off. As the carriage passed by my position, the people on it started laughing. I must have looked foolish, standing there in the ditch, clambering unto the rimy rosebush, camera glued to my face.