Beautiful Scavenger

We've come home to a lovely warm day, warm enough to have lunch outside on the terrace of a restaurant besieged by starlings. They are much more attractive than pigeons, or squirrels, or rats for that matter, but there is still something eerie about all that opportunistic swooping and stealing of crumbs. They do have a nice whistle.


And I've back-blipped for the past four days as well if you'd like to take a look. It's hard to believe that going a few hours from home would result in being so off the grid, but it's true. But we are back and now I'm caught up and ready to roll again.