3.7.14

Rose covered cottages

This morning i was rudely awoken by the sound of cheeping and banging.
There was a blue tit in my kitchen.
Not in a Mary Poppin's way merrily doing the washing up but flinging itself against the window.
The Hound cowered behind me, he is useless in a crisis.
With the bird freed, I grabbed my camera and went for a walk, rose and hollyhock covered cottages, and flowers in a jug from my garden.
It wasn't until i lifted the camera to take a picture of the hollyhocks that i realised the bird had obviously spent a little time sitting on my camera

Shit happens.