The Buzzard and the Crow

I'm really very lucky.

The days at work may be overlong, overbooked, and often quite horrible (although today I did, to be fair, get a lunchbreak);

but then I come home to my beautiful, fragrant, sun-drenched, birdsong-filled garden glowing in the evening light, with the hens clucking at me in a drowsy sort of way as they potter off to bed and the cats rolling lazily all over the drive in greeting.

And the buzzards still overhead, evading the mobbing crows.