Three Blind Mice

A subdued drive down from Perthshire this afternoon after another great weekend with the chaps up at Tam's venga 'van. Knackered.

Whilst I was away three of these tiny runts were discovered apparently abandoned out in the back garden. There was four but one of them fell victim to the spade that discovered them. Now Heather has taken on the role of mother to them and, along with her wee brother, is feeding them baby milk from the tip of paintbrush every hour.

It's all going to end in tears. Or one of the local cats.