That second is a robin making a rapid escape manoeuvre. It's not Son of Bob and I don't think it's Tiny... so I think this is neighbour robin.
Here's Bobbit so you can see how remarkably different these two birds are. [Er... really? - Ed.]
I wonder if the neighbour makes himself all small because he's trespassing?
The following day, I saw Bobbit and Tiny chasing around again. She sang! She sang holding a completely different body posture - leaning forward instead of upright, though she held her head up. Her song was complex, but was much softer - as in quieter - and also as in smoother, gentler. She flew above my head to sing, only a few feet away. Bobbit landed next to me to eat and then they chased.
It was a lovely moment.
I have another sequence for you. This one goes... I'm all alone, but I have food. Great! I have food and I have a friend. Oh shit.... that food's dropped. Oh shitting hell, now my buddy's buggered off as well.
in the last one you can see the second tit in flight above - as well as the peanut in free fall below. Cool, eh?
Oh, but back to the difficulty of filming... it's even harder at Barford. This, believe it or not, is a woodpecker.
It got no better.
And, to be fair, mammals make my efforts, if anything, more pathetic.
The squirrels used to come quite close but these days they are flightier than the birds.
Apart from Bobbit. And I managed to get some other garden visitors in as well.
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