Waiting....

....for breakfast.

We seem to have created a bit of a dependency culture in the garden. We have several, slightly ragged young blackbirds that hang around every morning waiting for the food to come out. This one was perched on the feeder waiting this morning, and she even waited while I went back in the house, found my camera, fitted the telephoto, adjusted the settings etc. She stayed until one of the young males displaced her on the perch.

I'm not sure if they are the progeny of this journal's previously featured Boss the hen blackbird, who we thought had been eaten by a cat (our cat), only to reappear miraculously a few days later. But they are certainly all as tame as she is - and they do provide further proof of Bob's innocence in the killing and partial consumption of the unidentified victim - since he takes absolutely no notice of them whatsoever. Mice make better snacks than feathery birds it would seem.

Back to work today after a couple of weeks' break. I must say I do feel more refreshed for it despite the two trips to Southampton and back.

ps Her patience was rewarded after the photoshoot.