Every Rose Has Its Thorn

We were woken up very early by an unholy noise in the bedroom. Moot had managed to catch a little blue tit and said blue tit was outraged at this naked feline agression and was making no bones in protesting about it. We managed to get the bird out of Moot's mouth but the poor thing didn't look good. We put it on the roof in the hope that it might recover and fly away.

When we looked later there was no bird - we can hope for the best. I had hoped that we would manage to get through this year without any avian casualties. But that's the thing about cats, you can explain your no hunting policy but they take not a blind bit of notice. Moot was very excited about the whole thing and spent large amounts of this morning meowing at everything.

So in contrast to carnage, I offer you a flower. A bit prettier I think you'll agree.