The scruffiest bird in North Devon

Yes - of course I mean me!

I haven't been to a hairdressers for ten years, I spend my days in bare feet and I have a hole in the arse of my jeans.


I'm very fond of this messy robin. He's worked out that the best way of getting food is when I'm outside and the other birds are too nervous to come close.

He's also adorably distracting - along with the rest of nature. It seems to say, 'Stop that nonsense and just notice and enjoy what's around you.'

I'm determined never to get caught up in unreal bollocks ever again and just enjoy what's left of my life from now on. That includes keeping an eye on nature.

We went to see the foxcubs again tonight and I managed to take a rather funny photo of a rabbit that saw foxes to the left and me to the right and its eyes nearly popped out of its head in fear.

Caught between a fox and a nutcase. :o)


I've been warmed and soothed by a warm sun today and decided that even if I muck up this final module and don't get an honors it really doesn't matter. Mellow days like this are wonderful.
More please!