Green Day

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

There are a whole bunch of European birds over here. I believe the early UK settlers brought sparrows, robins, starlings and blackbirds with them so that the wildlife sounded more like home.

Nowadays it is considered a problem because the newcomers crowd out the natives. But I really don't mind. I like the plain little sparrows every bit as much as the flashy waxeyes or performing tuis.

And then there's the finches. We have both chaffinches and green finches in our garden. This rather splendid fellow was doing an excellent job of blending in with the foliage this morning. I have decided his name is Hughie*.

I took this photo while listening to Caro having work chat with one of her mates. I say that. It started out as work chat but quickly moved on to the subject of "dick pics" which her friend keeps getting on Tinder. 

"I mean," said Caro. "What are you supposed to do? Mark them out of five?"

The problem appears to be that men get all hot and bothered if they see a women's special secret downbelow area. And so they expect women to have the same sort of reaction to their meat and two veg. But women just think willies and baws are hilarious. 

"I don't get it," said Caro's friend. "And then they ask to see yours. So I sent him a picture of my cat."

"Poor Toots!" replied Caro. "Being put out there for perves!"

So that is what I learned today. Green finches are spectacular and you should never send strange men pictures of your Toots.

S.

* Do you see? Do you see my very funny joke there? Oh please yourselves.