It's still not Spring here on the Patch.
Of course, you can't tell some things;
Showoff...
At least the Blackstart still thinks it's Winter.
"I smell fascism"
[Wind blowing from russia, what can you do?]*
To even further improve your moods, here comes another gull shot;
"Woss goin' on down there??"
Ah, but what have we here?
Crime Scene
Many empty but intact snail shells to be found about the Nose, especially near Sandy Point.
I've made a breakthrough in the case.
"A Crow dun it an' ran away"
This Crow was reaching under the yellowish slab behind it and prising out snails, which it pulled out from their shells with impressive ease.
Buff-tailed Bumblebee
Lots buzzing about now.
Oh, it's just too
scenic for words...
Be Seeing You...
[[ * Blood temperature still well into three figures, I'm afraid. ]]
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