Spotted

As I bought my washing in the Wax Eyes were feeding. This fella/fell-ette spotted me but decided I wasn't a threat.

They're territorial about the feeders in the tree and chase each other away. But some get to stay so there is a pecking order of acceptance  (no pun intended).

With thick cloud and an ominous forecast, today was very much the calm before the storm. The day struggled into daylight and what light there was was flat and dull.

Domestics under way  - tick.
Slow cooker on - tick.
Stock prepared for soup - tick.

This evening I'll have my young university student cousin here. A little bit of rescuing from a student flat never goes amiss ;-)