There is always something unexpected to divert my attention around here. This morning, I opened the front door to be confronted by what usually is a sign that Miss Lynne has been gardening. But she is away so I can’t blame her. How on earth did all that shrubbery get on the front porch?
Looking up I quickly had an answer to my question. An opportunist little bird had decided that the porch light fitting would make a great nesting box. Sadly for that little bird, I had to disagree. Back to square one then.