It rained yesterday evening but stopped around 00:30. I nipped outside to inspect the patio came back inside to shut down my PC and I felt something cold and wet fall on my knee.
I probably picked him up brushing against a shrub. Sometimes I hate nature.
I love starlings, and it amuses me greatly watching the fledgings chasing the parents full pelt round the gardens for food. Every now and again several pile into the bird bath, there is much squabbling and wing flapping, then I have to go and refill it.
I've been very sneaky. I've waited until Jones is having a zoom meeting with the old fogies who belong to his folk club to do a spot of shifting in the garden. I've lifted a bit of turf to lay some spare patio slabs. I bet Ruby will dob me in. She usually does walking round whatever I do looking all surprised like
Having recently posted that Boots has never bought any wildlife into the house . . . . . .
1:30am the racket got me up this morning! Having put him out, I was unable to nab the mouse before it ran under the freezer in the hallway. As far as I know it is still hiding there. I'm hoping now it's getting dark it will make a dash for freedom, the doors are open. Just hope it is still in the land of the living, it didn't look harmed.