We have had two visitors this week. They came in by different entrances; and, hopefully, they will leave by different exits. The first visitor was a mouse: only the one this time. We have not found his entrance, but I know his exit.
The second visitor was my Father-in-Law. Being more conventional, he appeared at the front door alive rather than being found in the cupboard under the kitchensink. Indeed, a stickler for propriety, the Old Boy wouldn’t be seen dead in a mouse trap. No, no: Father-in-Law came up to stay with us for a few days because it was my Son’s birthday. I don’t know what the mouse’s reason for coming was; but having turned aside to the peanut butter, his visit (amongst other things) was cut short.
Grandpa gave the Boy binoculars this year to go with the bird book which he gave him last year. They are 10 x 42 mm and roof prism. So, while they are powerful enough and have a reasonable exit pupil, they are not bulky: just the thing for a 12-year-old outdoorsman.