long tale... d tits

Bit of an early start to the day. The man was heading down to London on the early flight again. After he left at god awful o'clock, I thought for a moment, wondered if I should go out and get some pictures in the early light, then quickly curled back up into bed. Half an hour later the phone rang.

"You'll never guess what..."

SILENCE

"We're not going anywhere..."

SILENCE

"The plane is broken..."

"AGAIN?"

"Yeah, you're suspicious too... apparently the windshield is broken and they don't have another one... as far as I could see there were only eight passengers on the manifesto... they were going to taxi us to Edinburgh... but we'd have missed the meeting anyway... "

"Hmmm... "

Now, Dundee airport is brilliant... when it works. It's small, compact and clean. This is however, getting to be a habit.

Reminds me a bit of this. Ignite your adventure indeed!

Anyway, decided that bed was no longer an option so got dressed, tried to let the dogs out (but they just yawned and fell back asleep again) picked up the camera and headed off in search of early morning deer that I had been told about. Needless to say there weren't any and was just about to settle for some rather naff landscapes when I heard these little guys in the hawthorn beside me. There must have been at least half a dozen of them. I'm guessing it's a newly fledged brood. Fair made up for the lack of antlers in the long grass.

Guess I better get on with cooking his tea now though... so much for my night in with chick flix and a glass of something tasty.

Ah well.2q

PS Hadn't noticed before but the skin around their eyes is really prominent - and red. Any ornithobod out there know what the function of this is?