Large And Little

I looked out of the window when I was placing MrQ's clothes on his bed and noticed a gull in the distance on the northerly boiler house chimney. It was still there an hour or so later when Mishka and I went for a walk round the garden. I shot it from there. 

I read recently that as people get older their hearing fades so that they can't discern birdsong. Fortunately I can still hear the tinkling of our smallest bird the goldcrest. Not a very good shot but the best I could do in the rain and on a day bogged down with frustrating extended family admin.