Birds, looking

Another in my mini series featuring birds on top of things.

It's raining. Yes, again. This afternoon I'm going to listen to Jeremy Irons reading T S Eliot's Four Quartets on the radio while doing my knitting. That's me doing my knitting, not Jeremy Irons. This knitting is something for my dear friend who did do my knitting. Other knitting, something which had gone wrong. Am I confusing you? I blame the rain. Rots the brain.

This time last year we were in the sunshine, watching delinquent galahs.