dinner shy

Its either feast or famine for the birds in our garden. When I'm at home it's nosh time and when I'm working away it's pretty slim picking for them as Hubs isn't the best at remembering to feed the birds, the cat or himself sometimes!
There were however plenty of satisfied teenagers this evening, when Friday chocolate bake night got underway. After hours of giggling, texting, weighing, texting, taste testing and texting the most fabulous triple choc brownies were presented and awarded highly commended mmmmmmm's all round.
While all this was going on I was learning lessons in how not to get good bird feeder shots. The birds were not happy to share their dinner space with me and lurked in the trees, infuriated with me and me with them! By the time I had a dead leg (from not getting comfortable before I started) I decided that a branch shot of the Gold finch would be perfectly adequate for a Friday! I like it that the birds colouring seems to co-ordinate with the spring branches
Went to the opening night for a new local satirical paper, The Gutter Press. Good luck to them.