Catching up with the critters

My last trip home during the tournament was a 34 hour flying visit, but an hour in the garden gifted me three videos.

That little Scarface robin considered eating from my hand. The baby... they don't have quite the jitteriness of Tapdance. So I think this one is Tane and when there were two on the fence, perhaps the other was the Tapster.

Mottled Breast has no tail at the moment so must be moulting. I'll not recognise them at all when they have their new plumage.

As well as seeing the birds, I also caught up with the plant people and relished the sight of this peachy-coloured rose.

As much of a treat for the senses, the scent of the jasmine. And a reminder that the implicate is always breaking through into the explicate, offering a route into the numinous.