So there I was yesterday evening, watching the rain drip off my rosemary bush when my eye was caught by a sudden movement.
I looked, then looked again... and what did old Usky spy?
This little chap, scuttling around the deck...
...and feasting on the dropped rosemary flowers. 
Happy little chap isn't he? Bold as brass too. 
He's a field-mouse... and I just wonder where all his mates are. 
