Blackbird.

Each morning he comes for a  small handful of sultanas, which he adores. I started this a couple of years ago one extremely cold spring. 
Now each spring as they begin to forage for nest building material he waits on the fence till I  open the curtains and then flies down to the patio.
 Sadly his mate of a couple of years, who had a slightly bent claw on one foot, has not been seen this time. But he is foraging for worms and snails. So there is a new mate and a nest. Only she is not yet used to his addiction to sultanas, and although I have spotted her she is shy. 
    He eats them at a rapid rate!    
Then we are rewarded by his beautiful singing.