Stubby little runner

He could run, he could crawl and hide but he couldn't fly.

The local Robin had been going ape despite me chasing away a neighbouring cat. As I was perusing the lower paddock, considering letting Mrs Booty use the electric mower or just nail scissors, I spotted this scruffy little item.

He looks hacked off because he is. The reason he could not fly is simple, he was covered in the excreta of his brothers and sisters. A quick scrub in the bird bath and his wing feathers were unmatted. A couple of bloodworms poked down his neck via a pair of tweezers and the ungrateful little sod disappeared into the bushes.

Bon chance little one. :-)

In other news a blue plaque has been pinned to the door by local followers of "Charismo." Which pleased me no end until I was advised by Mrs Booty that you have to be dead or not live there to have a plaque. I shall start packing.