Stopping for Lunch

A chubby squirrel giving me a suspicious glance as I propped my shoulder against the wall and sneakily shot him through the glass in the conservatory. No flies on me...it was tipping down out there!

Manna from heaven, he must have thought as the bird food from the messy sparrows poured onto his head much like the rain - so - swings and roundabouts! After munching feverishly though a shed load of seeds and nuts he did a quick scout around with his little beady eyes and buried the excess stash under the feeder. Did he know the magpies, crows and woodpeckers get there early doors? Obviously not.

Out to lunch with #1 daughter who is back at work tomorrow after the Bank Holiday but it's a short week ahead.