The Early Bird…

…gets eaten.

What on earth is a blackbird doing up at 4 am? Nearly an hour an half before the dawn chorus, with no night vision to speak of. Needless to say George snapped up the chance for an easy meal and brought it into the bedroom to devour.

Due to lack of sleep, work & restless babies, took a while for Liv to realise what was happening, in which time George had distributed feathers all over the bed.

Well I’ve found a really good use for those scented nappy bags at least, disposing of George’s prey.