Thrush

I was probably going to use a firework photo tonight. The noise of the barrage from behind us was loud enough for me to feel for our Ukrainian refugees, but over the garden hedge the "professional" display in the next village was a damp squib (I'm glad I didn't pay to watch it).

Left without a pretty explosion to offer you I have to fall back onto this one, which I took through double glazing this morning and it shows. Nevertheless, the thrush is enjoying the pyrocantha berries, but not avidly enough to remain while I opened the window...

Are you watching the Twitter explosion? I've used many a social network, from the days of dial-up modems and BBS, through usenet and ICQ and Friends Reunited and all the rest. I've recently added Mastodon to the list, in case the bird nest becomes too poo-filled to remain.

I guess of all the social networking, this place is the best and likely to remain so.