Mine!!

Warning: this will be me tomorrow, guarding the dauphinoise potatoes against all comers.

Because I worked myself to a virtual standstill yesterday, today I found myself in the unusual position of having not very much to do. So R and I went off to Stratford late morning for coffee and a leisurely stroll, and H and S opted to come with us. 

Town was bizarrely quiet, and so was Holy Trinity churchyard: all of my photos featured this one Robin, which as far as I could see was defending the food against an entirely imaginary marauder. I had a vision of all the other birds sitting inside the nearest yew tree, watching this performance and shaking their heads in disapproval: 

"Flippin' heck - wass 'e up to now?" 

"Dunno - gone mad, I fink. Shall I go down there an' land next to 'im, just for a laugh?" 

"Nah - leave it Phil. E's not worf it. Anyway, it's supposed to be the season of good will, innit?"

"Yeah, OK. Bet I can make 'im jump though, if I go on that branch real close to 'im, and start singing. Watch this..."

Cue delightful trilling from inside the tree, and a furious response - in my extra photo - from the defender.