A fat budgie? More like a puzzled canary wondering who left that egg there.

We have yellowhammers here, they're the ones who sit in a bush and chirp "little bit of bread and nooooooooo cheese" as you walk by. John Clare, the Northamptonshire poet, wrote about the yellowhammer
here. For the sake of Americans reading the poem I should point out that the 'cowboy' was not a man with lariat and Winchester rifle riding a quarterhorse - just a boy who looked after the cows.

I took this pic at around 2 a.m. and thought I'd get a better shot around three when the eclipse would be full, and red, and dramatic... when I woke up at four, the eclipse looked like this but flipped the other way round; I'd slept right through the lovely bit in the middle!
