The garden people

The little coal tit flies to the lilac on the patio as soon as I appear in the mornings. He won't eat when I am there, but he sure lets me know that he's waiting for me to fill the pots and get the hell out of the way.

This blue tit felt safe enough to let me snap a few shots. You can see the shoots on the cherry.

This one was NOT ready for his close up.

Nor was the squirrel.

Bobbit was singing while preening. And... well... looked a little odd at times!!

Tiny came to listen for a while.

But the courtship is still off and on. Bobbit, when disappointed, often returns to me - either whizzing by my face or calling so that I notice him.

The two male blackbirds seem entirely focused on each other, so much so that Mrs B just gets on and does her own thing. She's turned to drink.