Still no Prettier

Ah, Summer. An evening stroll along another disused canal, with no canal trust ready to try and make it navigable this time. It was a veritable feast of wildlife (and runners from the local running club). I saw a pair of buzzards basking in evening sunshine. Unfortunately they were too far away for a suitable blip. A Mistle Thrush seemed to be following me down the towpath, singing away merrily.

But, low and behold our ugly cootlings were around, this time sitting under Mom's (or Dad's?) skirt. They're still not any prettier than last time. are they?