It's been a very quiet day.
I saw
a score of starlings descend upon my suet bird feeder and clea it1 in a matter of minutes
the ancient and battered cherry tree planted in the verge when these houses were built back in the fifties has come out all over in little white flowers like snowflakes,
an apricot cockapoo type dog being taken for a walk wearing sort a of four-legged neon yellow onesie. Its bottom was completely bare, well, furry, but not covered by the onesie. I did wonder if it felt chilly in the tail area, and how you went about dressing it in its knitted suit, and whether the dog felt sper smart/ or ridiculous wearing it, and if suit had to be washed every time...
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