Looking at me as I'm blipping at him

On my walk back home I saw this feathery fella in perfect light. I stopped and blipped, almost creating a commuter pile-up on the pavement. Then everyone wondered what I'd just photographed, realised it was just a pigeon and moved on. I like these fat wood pigeons - far superior to those commoners, the feral.

Whisky is forlorn. He's just witnessed F and I packing for a weekend away - we're off to Glasgow on the train tomorrow afternoon! We both love train journeys, and we're going to see a couple of really good friends so we're very excited. The weather is going to be crap, but hey ho.

Have a fine weekend all, and see you back here on Monday.