The Other Visitor

My weekend visit with Mum and Dad in Essex comes to an end, all too soon, in a couple of hours. Time spent with them is so precious.

Like most of us, they have their own Mr & Mrs Blackbird, who are regular visitors to their garden. The blackbirds like pecking at cake crumbs shaken off the tablecloth after tea, but turned their noses up at yesterday's offering and left it on the ground uneaten. It was Madeira cake from Tesco rather than Mum's delicious home-baked cakes, which they definitely prefer. And so do Dad and I.

Today's rain-filled sky didn't deter Mr B from paying his daily visit, and this afternoon he inspected the lawn near the Camellia I blipped yesterday.