Starling

Baby starling, scratching itself in the tree outside the living room window. That tree is just a mess of birds at the moment and I can't identify all the babies until their parents arrive.

We maybe had an hour of sunshine today.
Our friends Christine and Steve came over for dinner and Kevin cooked the most amazing cut of beef tenderloin I have ever tasted. A very convivial meal.

I have a feminist tirade about to be unleashed, but it will keep. I'm tipsy and tired, but rather glad that the home alarm that has gone off in the vicinity every night for the past four, seems quiet as yet.