Wha daur meddle wi me?

I’ve just come in from a trip to the local shop and am perspiring more than a little. It’s not that hot but it feels airless and humid. I see that thunder storms are forecast. That should sort things out a bit. I’ve titled this the way I always title my annual picture of a thistle. It means: 'If you mess with me you might fear retribution.' (My loose translation.)
    In other news, junior the young oystercatcher is still in his domain. Mum was up on a bungalow roof watching over him. Perhaps she is hoping he will join her there. There are also two juvenile herring gulls running around. They have lasted a good while too.