While I was hard at it, well not quite, I was still waking myself up on those slow mornings that have become normal, hubby left the house and went armed with camera to try and catch the Kingfisher that has been seen in the low bird sanctuary.
He came back not only with some 160 pictures of the bird but a couple of this young fox.
Tomorrow could be an emotional day, it would have been mam's 85th birthday and its 8 years since Dr G told me I had terminal cancer. At least it was a nice summer that year! Although I missed most of it having surgery on the 5th, being ill and then surgery again on the 31st. I do remember sitting in the garden in September though.