Bold

I hope Mr Blackbird doesn't live to regret his boldness. He's on the neighbour's roof ridge here, but he thinks nothing of hopping about at ground level despite the presence of a cat in the garden. Admittedly Mystère is not good at catching birds (except for pigeons) but Mr Blackbird can't know that.

Usual kind of day, it was nice and sunny again. More reading and listening to Cheryl Strayed's podcast (Margaret Atwood this time; she had got her sewing machine out and was making masks).

We had a good book group meeting yesterday; it would be nice to be sitting round a table together though. Maybe next time? (end of May ...)