Remember
this statement about cleaning vomit off bedsheets? No sooner posted than it happens again. Fortunately, it seems to have been a 24-hour thing, and Junior Ricardipus #2 is on the mend, poor little bunny. And Mrs. Ricardipus did the laundry this time.
In other news:
1. The
hawk was back, but no photos this time I'm afraid. It flew off in a hurry, claws full of victim and leaving behind a pile of suspiciously dove-like feathers and a bloodstain on the snow. The score is thus now hawks 3, doves 0.
2. Snowy weather means few sports cars on the road these days. The best I can muster for you recently is a
Porsche 924 Turbo, the slightly-beefed-up version of the ugliest, crappiest, lowest-performance piece of Volkswagen-inspired junk they ever built. And that's
including the
914, which at least has the advantages of being mid-engined (and thus better handling), and kind of cute, in an endearingly ugly way.
Again. The pictures are getting a bit better than before, but it was still a long way off. It's looking well-fed though, sleek and fat on tasty, tasty dove. Here's one of the previous pictures now that I spent some time fixing the original horrible colour balance:
