Day 50

The sheer is drawn across the balcony door as there's a mourning dove that has flown into it a couple of times over the weekend.  Not at speed and it's been unharmed but still, not good.  The dove isn't one we've seen around before, we think it might be a fledgling as its feathers are a bit of a mess like it's molting. 

Naboo negotiating the fabric of the sheer to get to his sun spot this morning.  I liked his questioning tail.

It's Star Wars Day - May the Fourth be with you. xo