A couple of hours later and all of a sudden there were two flitting around the terrace. To prove I am not butterfly-stringing, I took a photo. You can tell this is my house because Pudding is inside. There is another way you can tell though - can anyone spot what it is?
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Absolute disgrace you could be stringing anything through windows like that.
ReplyDeletewe all know what you should be doing tomorrow instead of sloping off birding!
ReplyDeleteI saw a blog post today of flowers blooming in some part of London, so I must agree with you, must be summer. In contrast, today I had to climb up a snowbank to my parking meter, then crouch down to put coins in the meter, since the snow level was just slightly below the coin slot ... sadly I can only conclude that it is still winter here, and will be forever.
ReplyDeleteThe ladybird in my kitchen thought it was summer too!
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