Attack of the Juvenile

Back at the foodbank today, it felt like it had been a while.  It seemed quiet up top, but I was down in the warehouse putting deliveries away and sorting out the best before dates on the tins.  Biggest achievement was getting the stacks of baked beans in date order and all marked up so the oldest ones wouldn't go out of date due to lack of stock rotation.  

After the food bank, I met P at the wall for a wee climb, then headed back for tea.  P noticed that there were two wood winkies haning around acting a bit weird on the nieghbour's garage.  Then he realised it was a juvenil hassling it's parent.  I think this sums up the relationship nicely.  Reminds me of my crow picture from a few years ago.  It helps that the juvenile has dead zombie eyes.