Mixed bag

Following yesterday's debacle in which i dressed to cover (extras) only to view a rat run from behind the fence and onto the very table, on which i had my super telephoto lens trained on.  Cool as you like, a rat, began chomping on the sunflower hearts i had spread out to lure the local bird life.
Play was halted as i called for Millie dog (the rat catcher) who flew out of the house at breakneck speed, to be greeted by fresh air as the rat fled back behind the fence, and safety. Millie, whose very  reputation as a rat catcher, was now tarnished with failure. 
And so began a day of dog on Alert and boundary patrol.
And for me, well, rat stopped play! no birdies today. All that dressing up for nothing.
So instead i leave you with a photo of boy racer me, doing doughnuts at a break neck 4 mph, with Mollie dog (now sadly gone) but never to be forgotten,