Great tits cope well with warming!

(What did you think it was about, you dirty minded bunch?)

In other news, on the bus going home this evening, I sat next to a dog. He didn't say a lot. He just looked at me with big, brown, sad eyes. I knew what he wanted.

I lowered my newspaper so that he could read it over my shoulder. Occasionally I could hear him sighing. Bad news everywhere.

The dog nodded his thanks to me as he left the bus.

True story.