Wasp

I am heartbroken.

While I was having a jolly time at the Christian Aid Booksale in town and at Holy Corner our blue tit family was under attack. Miss Flum reported that Hazel had caught a blue tit and it appears that it was one of the parents; the other has been returning to the box, looking in, going in and out then hopping round the ledge, obviously very confused. So, despite the cat-proof spikes on the shed roof and on top of the box and the proximity of perches, the birds were still vulnerable to predation. I couldn't help shedding a tear.

Later I saw this wasp on the box, collecting wood fibre for a nest so, in perfect irony, that's my blip.