Bob again

I've just spent the last hour with the camera armed with the big lens on the tripod, in the kitchen with the window wide open, sun streaming down, and new food on the bird feeder thinking I would get a shot of a bird, any bird, even the flying rats. Did I? Need I say more? Currently looking out of the window I can see Mr Robin keeping all at bay and the flying rats standing on the edge of his territory, waiting.

So, in lieu of the most wonderful pictures of birds in the snow, huh, we have Bob, in the snow. As ever, the stick is at my feet, and Bob is waiting for me to throw it. Such concentration.