Dinner at the Ivy

It is Saturday  and dinner at The Ivy seemed just the ticket for my song thrush which was bouncing in and out trying to pick the berries. 

If you look closely you can see her hooked tongue holding the berry in her mouth. 

Down in the forest here but with Tilly in tow there were far too many other dogs around .... The rivers and streams were in spate and dippers were not to be seen in the deluge of muddy water torrenting down the slopes. 

Poppy had opted to stay at home for which I was thankful after everything going on with her at the moment.