Life on the edge.

I spotted this critter out of the window of the office as he/ she darted out for a morsel from the hunting ground.
Closer inspection showed the potential snack to be a piece of ash/ tree/ grass and it had snagged in the web and wobbled to give the requisite feedback to make the spider come out and see if it was edible.
After a rejection, the non-food was cut from the web and then, astonishingly, the owner tested every single inch of the rest by twanging it with its forelegs in the way I always knew they did but have never seen before in the flesh. After checking all was okay (and no doubt after a resigned shrug*) it went back to waiting...

*note to self; stop anthropomorphising!