Sunday, 28 March 2010

Resident



















He doesn't mind us visiting. We do the digging.

Lucky to catch a shot of him. He was off again before I heard the shutter click. Busy collecting grubs to feed his new chicks, he's checking our diggings to see what delicacies we have unearthed for him.

I peer into the wet soil, see nothing wriggling except for a couple of healthy looking worms. Not his take-away of choice. But he spots the tiny white grubs he likes and gathers more and more into his mouth. No time for singing just now.

As I walk past the hedgerow, I hear the well-fed brood are in good voice.