Friends

This was very companionable. It's strange how drawn I feel to spend time out there. The squirrels, aside from the sniffing one yesterday, don't entirely appreciate it and nor do the other birds, though Daisy Dunnock and Juvenile Blackbird are getting fairly accustomed to me. I heard JB subsinging again the other day. He is very quiet. The pair of adults are a little more wary and they prefer the front of the garden; JB tends to be at the back. He likes being high up in the lilac. DD is fairly brave, and the other three dunnocks are less worried than the tits and starlings. The magpies, jays and pigeons won't come anywhere near me.

One of the best things about all this time - though only because Bobbit is so friendly - is that I am able to witness behaviours and sounds that I would usually not have the chance to see or hear.

I mentioned the strange noise that Bobbit has made a few times, usually after listening to squirrels barking? Well, I managed to capture it.

I had the phone the wrong way up.

This reminds me, I am now reading David Rothenberg's Why Birds Sing. He doesn't have the answer to that yet, but I do like that he is convinced that they take pleasure in it. I think that subsong proves that they like singing. Why sing like that unless you like it? Birds might have liked it and ended up getting more elaborate songs and female birds liked that and so subsong may have developed a benefit. But I think it went that way round. The pleasure came first.