Spring Colour

Finding a garden blip on a very windy day proved tricky, so found a stationary subject, the Primroses that Dad chose at the garden centre last week.

Five hours to myself today, but rather than heading out, enjoyed doing very little. I did however steel myself to clear away the remains of yesterday’s Sparrowhawk kill but when I went to the bottom of the garden every single scrap had disappeared, feathers and all. Am now wondering what beast is visiting us at night! Am hoping the feathers are now making a soft lining in someone’s nest, but as for the rest...

Thank you.