We don't have uninvited guests at Gerolstein.
There used to be the Holy Rollers who, in spite of their venerable ages, somehow got past locked gates and couldn't read unwelcoming signs, but they have finally got the message that I'm NOT a Christian and NOT proselytisable, and CAN get walking-stick-whallopy and trespassy-threatening with intruders ...
But, today, we had a lovely visit from an unknown feller. He didn't disobey the signs, or the gates .. I guess he flew in. And there he was, on my lawn, the handsomest wee quail ...
I ran for my camera and, when I returned ... he'd been joined by the wife and kids ... four fat, little fluttering, trotting babies ... left, right. left, right ..
And they took possession of the Peacock Perch!
I hurried to get them some birdseed from the house store .. but, alas, in that time guess who had spotted the wee fellers?
NO! Tibby.
Awww dad, I was only saying hello ...
But Quintilus, Quasshilde and the Q-tips had flown. Up to the tops of the trees ...
I hope they come back.
