Falling

The goldfinch seems to drop out of the tree towards the feeder, without needing to use its wings until the very last moment.  

The children and their other halves, and Aunty Laurie have all gone back to their respective homes this morning, and so peace has descended, of sorts.  There's the post visitor clean up to undertake and we've developed a blocked drain which is currently being sorted out by the drain clearance people.  The joys of running a family BnB(!)