Haste

Come mid afternoon the little birds feed so quickly. I suppose they know darkness is coming and they have to store food in haste to keep them throughout the night. For a fraction of a second this one looked out and then he was off to find a place on the feeder.

This morning our garage was full of stuff we wanted rid of after a sort in the summer. Reluctant to throw it out, today we gave it all away. Most of it we took to a Freegle Give and Take event in Penrith. Some chairs we gave to a lady who came with a friend to collect them - she was delighted with them. We now have an empty (well emptier) garage.