Mounted an Expedition to the Workshop to move some swarf.
Don't get excited! I'm still quite weak and on crutches, managing one just one when I've other things to lean on or hold. Still, first thing was to fill the bird-feeder: the seed hangs up in the workshop.
Then I did a little bit of very light tidying (not that you'd notice much) and swept the smaller lathe down, having left it a bit scruffy several weeks ago.
About an hour was enough and tottered back indoors for a brew and to sit down. Still, at least I had oily hands for the first time since my knee operation.
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Watching the sparrows' antics made me wonder what they think of us.
Birds, probably, big ones; of a sort. Flightless and commonly changing plumage. Well, all the other animals are either large 4-leggers best avoided or small 6-leggers best eaten. However we are bipedal, and we clearly have wings but rather atrophied ones lacking flight-feathers, suggesting penguin lineage if not plumage. As for that plumage, we tend to thicken it in Winter but moult in Summer – when some do take moulting to extremes!