Between showers

This last week, the gregarious sun has felt a gift way beyond entitlement. Even so it was hard to imagine it ever disappearing. Until today when rain reasserted its rights and we sank back into grey as our natural state.

So thanks to the blackbird for the redeeming yellow. Its potential mate had just flown off after an altercation on the slates so to me it's looking anthropomorphically huffy here.

As for the humans, in the gaps between showers the old grown-ups stashed eggs in the garden for the young grown-ups who, as ever, bounced and yelped around to outdo each other in the haul. Then the old grown-ups hunted the eggs that the young ones had hidden indoors. Mad and fun.