Or perhaps more correctly, a little birding in the garden.
Shortly after Our Lass drove off to work this morning, a pigeon pottered about the hard standing. The species is Columba livia, from where all feral pigeons are descended. This one could have a few more of the original Rock Dove genes in it, but it's difficult to be sure just where it sits on the sliding scale of Feral Pigeon/Rock Dove.
This is a Common Gull, perched on a fence post after recent rain and scanning the ground for any invertebrates tempted out by the damp conditions.
After I had mown the wildlife triangle the other day, the local Starlings didn't waste much time in taking advantage of the opportunity for a bit of foraging.
I have a friend who is meticulous about cleaning the guttering on his house, often rather precariously to my way of thinking. At Tense Towers, I never bother. The birds are very efficient at this task.
And yes, we have to tie our bins down due to the meteorology.