O GRAVE WHERE IS THY VICTORY?

This poor little shrew had found an appropriate final resting place. I suspect whatever had dropped it, it hadn't been there long because I'm sure there would be plenty of scavengers to make short work of its little remains.

A dreary, draggy headache most of the day. Not enough to warrant a migraine tablet but more than paracetamol could deal with. I think I'll go to bed early.

My youngest grandchild is 15 today. Extra is the photo his mum put on Facebook. Where does the time go?