Breakfast

I think this starling was working on a snail. He was very determined and forceful, banging his treasure on the curb and pretty much beating it into submission before he flew off with it in his beak.

Another grey chilly morning, giving way to a warm and pleasant afternoon. The garden is progressing in fits and starts--there's been too much chill for most things to be very happy. The Gopher, however, is presumably ecstatic, since we lost another tomato plant this afternoon. I think there are eight traps out there, each one very close to a disappearance. So far no luck, but that guy's days are numbered.