Shrewd

This morning Sky brought in a small beastie, I think it was a shew, and started chasing it around the dining room. Mr Flossmo shooed her away and managed to catch the little beast and return it to the edge of the garden.

Fifteen minutes later Ms Shrew was back being chased around the dining room by Sky. Fortunately this time the smart little animal ran into a fold in a carrier back that was sitting on the floor and resolutely refused to move. Mr Flossmo picked her up again and just before returning her to the garden once more I took a quick photograph. I tried to get another to be on the safe side but you can see from the extra what Ms Shrew thought of that idea. Mr Flossmo deposited her back at the edge of the garden but this time Sky was locked in for the rest of the morning. Hopefully the rather dopey animal has found a safe spot to hide.

In the meantime I had noticed that the blue tits had stopped coming to the peanut-butter-filled coconut shell hanging outside. When I looked, the reason was clear - they had eaten every last morsel of the filling (see extra). We replaced it with a new one and within the hour the blue tits were back.