Fledged, In Full Fig

I can never understand why fledglings give their position away by constant cheeping. The cheeps meant that I was able to pinpoint this young robin in the fig tree in number two glasshouse. I'm so pleased that Ollie dog keeps the cats away.

We had a lovely walk at Fishers Green after lunch. Ollie paddled while I shot the male great crested grebe fishing and then presenting his catch to his hungry trio of grebelets. (Extras)