This daft beggar flew into my closed window this morning at the workshop. That was the third thump of the morning, not sure what they are all playing at. I think he may have been trying to copy the swallows who fly in the kitchen door through the one that opens into mine and out of my front door. He failed miserably. So miserably that he sat there on the bench for an hour and even let me stroke him and no I didn’t nibble his ears cos you can’t see then and I refrained from nibbling his feet too.
Pots in their new homes
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