
From my garden.

From my garden.

Set against an uncommonly blue sky.

As you walk past the window.

I genuinely have no idea what this is meant to represent, but I liked it, so…

Pointing the way.

But he seems to have made himself very much at home in my garden.

Coffee; that much needed pick-me-up as I hit the mid-afternoon wall. Hopefully it will see me safely through to the end of the working day.

…but us chickens.

Yet another random encounter while out and about.

Just one of those random things you see sometimes…