This a picture of one of our more frequent visitors admiring our bird table. He/she (haven’t looked that closely) comes on holiday every school break and stays with it’s family in their holiday home in the Bay. When he (lets just call him him, I will update you as more information becomes available) is in town he visits the garden every day. He tours the garden methodically each time, his intent is obvious. He regards me with the contempt I deserve and in his weaker moments allows me to give him a stroke or even a bit of a cuddle. Now here’s the rub, can I love him for catching the voles that eat the roots of favoured plants and at the same time hate him for preying on the fledglings recently enleashed into the world?