Meet baby Flicker.
He suddenly turned up in the disgusting grass beneath the kitchen window.
Isn’t he handsome?
Note about the disgusting grass: if you throw bird seed out, some of it is going to grow and you might not like it. But just why I have all these empty patches I’m not quite sure.
I’m particularly fond of Flickers. I used to see them in Washington too. I had proper feeders there and what a mess that soon turned into. Squirrel baffles. Ah ha hah. You know how squirrels look at you, through the window, so sad and starving? I ended up feeding everybody.
These days you’ll find me in the kitchen, late in the afternoon, not preparing dinner, but peeling oranges for Mrs Plod. (My supper is much less involved!)
Because it makes it much easier for her to enjoy them.
And because it’s a pain to have to pick up the peel that nobody wants!
Perhaps this nightly feast is what’s doing in the grass.
That’s Laurel and Hardy with Mrs Plod.
It’s very annoying that Grant always seems to spot things first. Like this wonderful stag. He came by a couple of times.
When I went outside last night to capture the sky, I appreciated how the stag felt, as mosquitoes swarmed.
But I skipped around for a bit, evading them and snapping pics
Isn’t it interesting how different things look in the evening light. Just blobs of colour.
And just as I decided to call it quits and run back inside, look who peeped out at me: