Mohican Blue

I really do think that I keep photographing the same blue tit. It would not be that surprising: birds are, after all, individuals and, like us, some are braver than others. This chap will tolerate being photographed and often preens above my head when I am standing under the lilac.

I like this sequence [I will accept this as an accurate term. On this one occasion. - Ed.]

Look at his hairdo in that first one!!

Here he's puffing himself up with a shake.

And I filmed him preening. I like the way the wings look!

Then I noticed Mrs Mohican Blue...

And she was checking out the nest box...

Now I am loathe to sit in my usual place by the green box as that is right under that nest box.

A week later - and I had seen her collecting wool in the garden:

I am still keeping my distance though. Honest!

I can't be causing too much grief as right next to my head I heard the sound of wingbeats... was this a blue tit mating session??

Well, maybe courtship. But, whatever, it was something of a thrill. There was also a high pitched squeal - which might not be clear in the audio. Intriguing.