Youngster

This scruffy little blue tit didn't seem to know what to do with the peanut feeder.  That and her light coloured head and dishevelled appearance makes me think she is a youngster.

I walked to Saltaire for my recorder lesson this morning and came home with a stock of hand-made soap which my recorder tutor makes.  The electricity was due to go off this afternoon as the engineers fixed a potentially dangerous issue at a neighbour's house.  I decided to have a quiet afternoon with my crime thriller but it came back on after half an hour!  So it was a walk on the moor with friend Angela.