I frequently hear this beauty call at night, “Who Will Cook For You?” But it’s a rare thing to catch a view – particularly in the middle of the afternoon. On Sunday, as we all enjoyed some unseasonably warm weather, look who perched in one of our apple trees. He (or she? and how can you tell?) was so mellow and sleepy, just dozing in the sun I had a job to convince him to open his eyes for the photo. He is obviously used to seeing me.
WPC – eye spy