By Jove, his moons. Or four of them. Nearly full, almost obscured by fog Another shot of the moons by Jove What's up, doc? By Jove again, his moons The Mundy Pond cygnet Crow outside wet screen window It doesn't last long Maybe the last butterfly this year Firetruck's arse Mope The Pleiades over Stanley's house An armful of apples No drones One of Good Queen Min's heirs Up there, luh. November pinks Repens. The end is nigh. The big fox terrier Greedyguts Snowbird at the suet Pitchypee waiting its turn at the suet Thirty seconds outside the back door Underneath Crow or no Great Googly-eyed Scowlery Toeing the line Hoverfly in the Bacopa Active vs passive Gifts from the past Truck's arse Milky Way from our house Day Moon Came for the peanuts; stayed for the portrait Post-hurricane window things Top of today's pecking order Hops ripening Some onion or other At the black currants Sharing Todaylily Praying How do they grow Smilier now Some scowl, some grin