Narcissus.

We're looking after Hamish for a week, or rather I am while Mrs TD is away; she's off to Spain to do patchwork or something similar. Anyway, this is the lad himself admiring his image in a pool in the local river. Although we've known him since he was a pup, we had no idea that he had narcissistic tendencies.

Today I managed to mow the lawn for the first time since the froglets’ grand exodus from the pond; I did find two of them in the long grass during the process, they were duly shepherded to safety but, I suspect that the reason there were so few (or should that be less) was that the clientele at our avian snack bar thought that the little fellas were part of the menu rather than customers at the adjoining cafe.