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Baby Bird


This small personage was squeaking and agitating and giving me the eye outside out conservatory/lean-to, I was alarmed for the wee bird, but when I went out it had disappeared. Hope it survives, to join the female blackbird who crashed against our window in the night and knocked out all the flesh and feathers on the back of her head, and the blackbird without a tail, whom I’ve noticed for a couple of years now, both haunting the bird table. Whenever I go out into the garden, they appear, sometimes accompanying me up to the path to the vegetable garden.


May 27, 2018 Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | 4 Comments


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