Where Are All The Birds Then?

The bird feeder on the terrace is once again stocked with seed and is attracting regular visitors. This is a marvellous thing as far as Moot is concerned, he sits at the terrace doors with his tail twitching and occasionally making an odd little squeaking noise.

Of course, once I let him out and he sprints under the table, the birds all disappear. And then he settles down to wait for them to re-appear.

We've been together at home today as G is off doing television-y things in Mainz this week. It's quite odd when she's not here and I can't just pop into her office to see what she's up to. Even Moot has been in there looking for her.