More fungi.

We met Jim and Amber in the wood this morning, so walked with them.
When I went out to feed the birds when we got home there was a pile of feathers under the feeder. The sparrowhawk had obviously attacked and killed a bird while we were out. It’s always sad to see. I know he/she’s got to eat, but I just wish it wasn’t in my garden where I can see the evidence.
An afternoon of housework. Jobs I’d been putting off.