Here is a portrait of our neighbour with three of her tribe of dogs. Faye is the one curled up on the driver’s seat. She’s a grumpy old matriarch. She won’t even move out of the way for a tractor. They have to drive around her!
This morning we heard the woodpecker as we left the house. It always takes me a while to believe it really is a woodpecker because it’s such a mechanistic sound. Last year we saw a lot of him at the bird table but the rooks have torn apart his favourite feeder so we might just have to listen out for him this year.
