Easter traditionally being the time that more people hurt themselves doing DIY than any other, I naturally, am not doing any. Not that I ever do, being exceedingly cack-handed.
Walking the Dog today, I noticed the swans getting ready for the cygnets due soon. The pen was sitting sernely on a spot, preening herself, nibbling the odd bit of grass, whilst the cob was picking up bits of straw, grass and whatever, tossing them towards her, and bad temperedly shaking them about the place.
It's not only humans who dislike DIY.