Singing a Happy Song

Hiding from the garden birds yet again in the Breeze House with the tripod at a jaunty angle on a bench and my hot tea in a travel mug. Bliss is all I can say at this point.

The fieldfare or a few of them, not sure, rocked up but he too was hiding behind twigs and branches for most of the time but I managed a snap, although that is slight understatement with the 30 fps and one has to be very careful of the consequences of that one. I have learnt ... and still am ....

This grand-parenting thing is quite taxing and would be a lot easier if I hadn't caught 'The Cold' - not wimping out at any point btw.