A Quiet Sunday

Not been up to much, today. Went out to top up the bird feeders. (Neighbours prolly think I'm a bit mad, as I always talk to the birds when I go out, greeting them, apologising for letting any feeder go empty, and wishing them good luck with their day.) As I poured out some seed mix and replaced the hanging fat balls, a familiar rotund shape landed on the fence next to me. Loxley, our resident…