Breakfast.

I reached for my dressing gown, slippers (and camera!) and headed down to the kitchen in a sleepy daze, that matched a Zombie like swagger, to get breakfast this morning. I was greeted by my two beautiful buddies Enzo and Dino, as usual who had just licked up the last of their breakfast milk and were quick to dash out the cat flap to start their daily business. Despite the -5 temperature, I decided to follow them both out cowardly to enjoy the crisp fresh air and attempt to get a lovely picture of where Jack Frost had left his mark overnight. Only to realise, along with the cats, the bird table was pretty much empty and the birds needed their breakfast too.