Kitchen Sink Drama: The View Through my Window

My trusty Friday hiking friend couldn’t make it today so I’m writing not walking.

┬áBut a morning at home means more words for the word pot (it’s getting quite full now) and a chance to capture some beautiful back garden moments:

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And I like this last shot too… Dad’s flown off and Junior’s looking a bit miffed about it.

There’s something decidedly Napoleonic about his demeanour, don’t you think?

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“Hey, come back. I’m still hungry!”