To a mouse

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee,
Wi' murd'ring pattle!


But I will sit very quietly with the camera and a pile of sunflower seeds.

My camera mojo had escaped me the last couple of days, a whirl of fundraising events. I learnt that young people are way less discerning when it comes to cake buying than our older friends and that stone gate posts don't breath in when you try and force your car past them...