The Maltese Falcon (1941)

I watched this fellow leaping around the garden, digging through the drying grass cuttings, taking no notice of me a few feet away, so I decided that such bravado requires the reward of being entered into the blip wall of fame. So had the time to change the lens and set the camera manually, as they just hopped and flitted about occasionally pausing and looking up, playing statues, probably thinking that they look like some Mediterranean bird of prey. So here you go, my morning companion, you remind of the pleasure of just sitting and staring at the world around me.