Turd

Well, Turdus migratorius, really, but I am 5 and the word 'turd' amuses me. Also, this Robin dive-bombed me twice, in my own backyard while I did nothing but SIT quietly, minding my own business.
So, yeah, it IS a bit of a turd.


It was lovely weather, again. I pootled in the garden, bemoaned the demise of the garage seedlins that all have been beheaded by an unknown assailant, watched the squirrels and the birds, prepared dinner, danced my booty off at Zumba and generally had a good day.

It still not as good as it could be, but we are keeping our fingers crossed.