Blue sky

With that kind of sky I feel I missed out of blipportunities, but I didn’t give myself a lunch break that could take me further afield. This building is just by the office.

It seemed strangely quiet on the train and in the office. Are people avoiding the city already?

Fred made it to Inverness door to door in four hours, which is a very smooth journey. Juno is in a bit of a huff, which might be due to Fred not being here or because there are territory wars with Bacon or another cat.

The big, fluffy black-and-white cat followed me on my bird-feeding rounds this morning. He doesn’t normally come close but allowed me to shoogle his head. Maybe he thought he’d get fed, too. No luck there unless dropped peanuts are his thing.

One of the squirrels had dug up its own breakfast - the gladioli bulbs I planted yesterday. There were remnants all over the path. Who knew they were tasty?