Early Bird

Yesterday I was accused of being a "mature" woman and I was not happy. So, what would a mature woman Blip on a glorious spring morning? She would take advantage of the flawless blue sky by capturing some of the signs of spring in the garden.

An immature woman on the other hand might attempt to take a photo of herself (feet only) jumping on the trampoline wearing her daughter's piano socks and pink leg-warmers.

However, whilst I was buggering about with carefully adjusting the tripod and trying to focus on something that wasn't there yet, this fellow appeared. He was utterly unperturbed by my buggering about careful adjustments, and he gathered a mighty breakfast for his offspring.

In the process, he looked a little like a ZZ Top reject.

So it seems I am mature after all. Dammit. But I did get this shot just before the neighbours decided to put their houses on the market.

The photo is straight out of the camera apart from a small crop. View large if you're not eating your breakfast!

It's a wonderful day in West Yorkshire, I hope it's wonderful where you are, and you can find something suitable immature to do today.