There was one peacock butterfly...

... This isn't it owing, on balance, to this image being a tad more pleasing.
Neither is it a flying daddy long legs (which was a decent enough capture today considering that they do have a tendency to go , 'zzz' in your ear given half an opportunity).

There is no news on the hatching of yesterdays eggs. 
(What will the babies be? It's very exciting). 

Today has seen us take delivery of the winter logs.
 An unaccustomed amount (for me) of physical labour has taken place.
I'm leaning gently against the kitchen wall as I sit to type this, but I'm confident of my head being able to hold itself up after a soak in the tub with some carbolic. ... Not really, that's just a memory that popped into my head (along with non-absorbent toilet paper, whose clever idea was that Mr Izal?). 
I'll settle for something more elegantly botanical (quite probably gin).