This is my son's-in-law (aka The Boy) birthday. He is thirty-one robins old and loves to splash around in the bath with others, particularly with a certain Butterfly who is somewhat modest and prefers that a photo of her in the bath not be included. He is a tweet fellow, and Cuppa and I wish him all of the best on this very special bird-day.
PS: For those who care deeply about these things, Cuppa and I are enjoying a fine but busy time here in the capital. For those few who requested postcards, I have not forgotten, but, believe it or not, I cannot find one any of mounties, which seems mighty strange to me. If I don't find any soon, I will make appropriate substitutions.