Grey and Wet Again

Thanks for the kind comments and stars for my yesterblip. Another horrid day, brightened only by the sudden descent of dozens of garden birds. They knew the annual bird-count was over for this year, so it was safe to arrive in great numbers. Typical. Then, as you know, I can't resist birds.

My name is PicturePoems
and I can't stop photographing birds.

There, that's the first part of dealing with an addiction, isn't it. But don't expect fewer photos of birds any time soon!