Tread softly, for you tread upon my daffs

- and my snowdrops.  It's not enough to tap on the window; now Phanny steps up into the troughs of spring flowers, ensuring she squashes a different one each time!

These two are spending hours in our garden each day.  Phanny's latest is to play a sort of "What's the time Mr Wolf" with the butler when he goes out with the beloved sunflower seeds.  Daft -- both of them.