Mr Booze has finished raising his family and is back down the pub entertaining the other regulars with his floppy lower beak.
This is Son of Booze, sent out for a packet or two of crisps.
Mr Kropotkin, back in the country again.
Old bird's nest in the acer at the bottom of our garden.
A coal tit visiting the feeder.
Lots of greenfinches feeding here as well.
Scrumped apples.
The last apple on the neighbour's tree -- we're waiting for it to drop.
Wood pigeon lurking and waiting for a lull at the feeding station.
Wood pigeon patrolling the lawn.
Sedum in flower.
Autumn birch
Candlelight in our patio window, in front of the ivy-conifer hedge.
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