Getting all those pictures ready for the previous post took awhile, and although Peanut waited on my shoulder very patiently (I should say, almost unbelievably patiently), I kew I was running late to give him his dinner. Only by about half an hour, though. So when he refused all offers of seed ball snacks, and finally just walked into my hand on top of the tasty seeds, I was pretty surprised. Which would you choose? Dinner, or warm toasties? And here I'd thought the way to Peanut's heart was through oat groats....