Raindrops Not Falling On My Head

We arrived home from our ex-church get-together to find Hazel on the old bird table, sheltering from the many heavy showers.

With the windowledge just behind him and his catflap less than a couple of metres away, one wonders why he would choose to sit in such a cramped position.

(And if you are wondering why an old bird table stands right outside our window, it is because the wildlife camera is mounted on the post.)