Sadly, my little blackbird whose territory is the car park has discovered another male in my car's mirror.. He is exhausting himself and covering my car in shit...
I had to wash part of the car (I'm not a fan of washing vehicles, apart from windows) and wrap the mirror in a carrier bag..
Poor sad instinctive-driven beastie
On the other hand, the boy pheasant who lives in the front garden has gathered his little harem, taught them how to jump up onto the rat-proofing below the bird-feeders, and is looking after them right well
And I have goldfinches nesting in the bay tree in the front garden, one of John's favourite things
