Eyeballed

Chickens, direct descendants of T-Rex. Possibly.

Morning ride has confirmed I want to get my own wee cycling GPS, which is nice. A birthday present has been bought; the garden cleared a little more; cheese purchased; and the garden birds watched (though still not giving me anything not already on the BlipBigYear list).

Weekends are always too short, feels even more the case at the moment. But tonight we raise a deferred glass to Mr Burns, and I might manage another ride tomorrow morning in a low-key beginning to training for September's Bealach Mor (and the cyclocross season thereafter).

Right, I've got a fancy trifle to make...

Cute Puffball Coal Tit
Shouty Blue Tit
Great Tit
Posing Dunnock