Tuesday, 1 February 2011
As I pottered around watering on Saturday I noticed a Wagtail family cavorting and feeding a young-un on our lawn and in surrounding garden. Two of them quite quickly departed and I am assuming this distinguished looking fellow is the Dad. Up high Sunning himself with eyes shut enjoying it.
When they weren't on me of course . He eventually let me get quite close . . .
. . . and when I did he sang me a beautiful song.
Seeing him show off at close range in an unfamiliar way was perfect delight for me so I then departed and let him be.