Oh my love...

...gets sweeter every day, in every possible way.... lyrics from... The Cranberries.

I started whistling this in the garden and then fell back into my bird call whistle and all around my head, wings and cheeps. No one wanted to be looked at, but they were there. The Garden Robin....

And Neighbour Robin...

As well as Mr B, who was later subsinging sweetly in the acer, the starlings and great, blue and coal tits as well as the dear dunnocks. And the wren, known as the winter king, or something similar, in Dutch.

It was pleasing to be surrounded by them even if they did not especially like to be stared at.