Bird-watching

Snowflake made a very elegant display of bird-watching from the upstairs terrace today. No matter how much I called, whistled, clucked or tutted from the garden below, she absolutely refused to look down at me. Funny little thing!

Edit: Just realised today is Shakespeare's Birthday... I think this could count as a version of Romeo & Juliet?

But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and [the birds] are the sun...!