A noisy bunch for breakfast

The juvenile starlings scrap with one another.

There were about 50 sparrows in the garden first thing. Not sure if our casualty from yesterday was amongst them, but I’ve search the border in the garden where it was last seen and there wasn’t a body, so that’s positive.

A busy day with a productive sewing session late afternoon. It doesn’t seem like a Sunday, hopefully tomorrow will feel like Monday and I we will have a proper week.