Evinrude.

Parts of today felt like some sort of surreal comedy sketch. Alfie caught a shrew and deposited it alive in the cottage. The poor wee thing was petrified and ran helter skelter from room to room, making people jump up in alarm as it scurried along with me hot on its heels. Alfie then went back out and caught a dragonfly and brought that in too. I then spent a mad few minutes trying to catch the shrew (surprisingly quick on its wee feet and not as chilled as our other wee visitor), whilst being dive bombed by a very loud and most put out dragonfly (think Evinrude in The Rescuers!)