First wee frog of the season cutting the grass. Only started cutting last week. I hate cutting the grass it makes me feel too middle class and old, though when I was young and working class we still had to cut the grass (with qualcast mower powered by pushing). Also whilst in the garden, crows mobbing a biggish greyish bird of prey, probably buzzard
On Lang whang today a wee dead deer by the side of the road and a wee white futterby