For some while we have had a pair of blue tits nesting in a hole in the tower wall, about ten feet from the ground. Purrcy the cat has spent fruitless hours sitting on the path below gazing upwards. Both the nest hole and our bird feeders are visible from the kitchen so we have been able to see the comings and goings.
Pat announced this morning that the chicks were about to fly. Women know about such things.
Later, I was at the top of the tower when a baby blue tit landed inelegantly on the tank edge. There it stood (just) and looked me straight in the eye, clearly confused. "Well, that was interesting. Any idea what I'm supposed to do now? Looks a long way down to me."
Indecision. A couple of turns. Fluffing of feathers. Head turn. Look down. "You must be joking".
Claws outstretched BBT eases slowly over the edge, gripping the lip. Small head reappeared and looked at me again. "Fat lot of use you are" the eyes said.
And away.
PS apologies to those who have been enticed to this Blog entry and whose expectations are disappointed.
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