The wildlife event of the day has been our cat Mayfield, delightful little psychopath that she is, bringing a live field vole into the house.
Mrs BWM spotted the cat acting suspiciously and cornered both cat and vole in the kitchen, at which point the vole, doubtless having watched too many 1950s cartoons, ran up the inside of her trouser leg. Mrs BWM screamed in true housewife fashion and managed to shake out the offending rodent while the cat just sat and watched.
She seems to have taken it in her stride though. Despite the shock of the experience, she noticed enough detail to positively I.D. the species. That’s my girl!