T for Tuesday. Morning Mr Magpie!

Had to share this!  Our workshop is in an old farm building. it is not a romantic old barn, no sir. It actually was brought off the Ministry of Defence at the end of the second war, dismantled and reassembled in its present situation once a concrete base had been laid. There are three. They are cosmetically very shabby by now, and we, well - he, has done quite a lot of renovating.  We use one as a store and one as a workshop.  The third still houses farm machinery and the 'don't throw that away, it might come in handy' stuff of at least two generations.  Filthy, yes. Fascinating...hmm.

Imagine then our mixed emotions after fitting a new roof and all that goes with it, to discover that birds still treat the place as trainee flying space. Oh so dangerous..we use an extractor to cut down on dust, we have countless 'killer' machines and tools and have to wear ear defenders all the time. And yet the birds must be used to it. We manage to open the large end doors and shoo most of them out. Occasionally though, they'll surprise us. Mr Dunnit was eating a honey sandwich at break time when this Magpie decided to intervene. He got so close that Mr D decided it was worth the risk of getting his phone out to try to snap a pic...and the bird didn't flinch. So..here you have a Magpie eating honey off the photographer's finger.  I'm still amazed!
Joining Elizabeth this morning..although technically, honey isn't a drink...but it was break time!