Joseph Starling.

There was a music festival in Porthcawl today, but we mutually decided to stay home and avoid the traffic. I made the most of the weather, and washed everything (well nearly) in sight. This afternoon, I thought I deserved a break, so I took my book and sat out the garden for about an hour.  I had no idea what i was going to blip, but as usual, Lady Luck came calling. A single starling flew onto the lawn digging out worms, and then wiping his beak on the fence. He then flew onto the fence and started singing, so I just managed to grab a shot of him before he flew away. As I have told you before, I was born lucky, not rich.