I witnessed the most hilarious event this afternoon. Perhaps the Anglo-Saxon beer I had tried at a talk on food and drink from that period (c. 1200 years ago) had something to do with it but on the way back to York train station a gaggle of geese certainly provided a rare bit of entertainment.
I was not quite so amused when I got home and discovered the resident mouse had taken a chomp at another of my purple runner bean seedlings. It had also found one of the seeds I had sown to replace yesterday’s meal.
However, my heart softened when I went out to take the above photo. I heard a little rustling and then out popped a head. It went back in, came back out and repeated a couple more times before finally deciding it was safe enough to scuttle right out, do a turn and then scuttle back under the wood pile.