A Beady Eye

It was a horrible, wet, cold day and the birds were hungry. I put out a mixture of seed, including some niger in the hope that the goldfinches would return. The other birds really don't bother with it, so it's all still waiting for them, and it's pretty soggy now. This coal tit is guzzling as fast as he can, at the same time keeping me in his line of sight.

We're off to celebrate Burns' night with our singing pals in Edinburgh.  I know it was last month, but better late than not at all.

 I don't dare think about the rugby ......