Morning, funsters. That working from home thang again. Today my diary is booked solid from 9 until 3 with just a 15-minute break. I really hope it coincides with when I need a crarp.
More interesting even than the timing of my bowel movements, an update in the Battle for Starling Ridge. After a few days of fine-tuning the defences, I reckoned I'd pretty much nailed it. The starlings still hadn't got in by roosting time yesterday evening, but were determinedly hopping around the roofline trying to find a way in that avoided the gel-pots. One decided to take a break from house-hunting and popped down to the lawn for a juicy worm, where he got promptly flattened by a sparrowhawk.
So, in the fight against stubborn, noisy, incontinent starlings, nature wins. And it won in style. That was a gorgeous sparrowhawk.
Have a good (short) week, everyone.