Snaps and tales from my ludicrous garden. You may find these change often, and you may not…
One of us isn’t real.
Do we fight or mate?
Not in my back room!
In the Ivy, classic.
Dining at the moth trap café
That’s better isn’t it? No.
Drying off in the sun.
Basking Robin, flashing its cloaca.
Safe in the shed.
Eat your mealworms, it’ll put red on your chest.
Mummy,I done a whoopsie.
Worms supplied by me.
What do you mean it’s not a real pheasant?
Spot the Robin. Of course it knows it’s not real Gorilla.
Ok ok we all have to moult. Don’t we? It’ll grow back. Won’t it?
The morning catch from my moth trap. Not breakfast for a young Robin. He’ll learn. Eventually.
Hornet? No, a hoverfly impersonating a hornet. Totally harmless. Mind you, so are hornets really.
Robin on pheasant protection duty.
Somebody’s raided my tree bees nest box. I suspect a Great Spotted Woodpecker with a sweet beak.
Are you my mummy? No, it’s a plastic Turtle Dove. All there’ll be soon,the way things are going.
The embarrassment of moulting..
Has it stopped yet?
Britain’s Favourite bird eh!? Not so cocky now eh?
This is how I’m supposed to look.
Fast food? No.
Avoiding the RSPB advert eh? Understandable.
Staple diet of Hampstead Grebes – Crayfish!
No more till autumn.
Meanwhile, on Hampstead pond.
Sabre toothed Squirrel.
First new black bird.
Even Parakeets have to sleep.
Long tailed Fluffy Tummed Tit.
Song and Mistle or vice versa?
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Plump Wren. Or is it fat?
Art or just silly?
“SO, where shall I put it?”
Tree Bees take over. Any tits wanna argue?
Herald. First, and so far only moth!