Are you looking at me?

On our way across the Links to the allotment I saw a fluttering by one of the parked cars. We realised that we were watching a blue tit, infuriated by an intruder on to his territory whom he could see quite clearly in the car's wing mirror. He had several goes at hanging on the mirror to check the other guy out and then fiercely fluttering at him.

Not the sharpest bird in the trees, but I found him rather charming.