Leonard and Hungry Paul

Just finished reading this delightful book for which this is the opening paragraph:

"Leonard was raised by his mother alone with cheerfully concealed difficulty, his father having died tragically during childbirth. Though she was not by nature the soldiering type, she taught him to look at life as a daisy chain of small events, each of which could be made manageable in its own way. She was a person for whom kindness was a very ordinary thing, who believed that the only acceptable excuse for not having a bird feeder in the back garden was that you had one in the front garden".

That last sentence made me smile as indeed does my bird feeder.  More about the book here.

Here is our robin in mid take-off towards the new seeds put out today.  It's been great encouraging and watching the birds over the lockdown/s especially now the cats can no longer be bothered to kill them.