Chickee

Scully was unwell last night before going home.  She put in a late appearance this morning, moped about looking morose as we took our time getting out.  Rain delayed play to such an extent that she apparently gave up waiting and sloped off home again.

We did go for a walk during a dry spell. on reaching the 'village green' we were treated to a "go away" message by a pair of oystercatchers darting about on the foreshore.

Having decided to give them their space we cut across the green, whereupon their anguish and noise only increased. Suddenly Mr B stopped and pointed to what at my distance looked like another rock.

The wee cutie was as still as a rock.

Thank goodness Scully wasn't with us after all.

Parent birds, having seen us off a decent distance, hurried back to their well programmed offspring.

Shouting