• A Bird on the Hand

Just heard a noise in the guest bedroom.  A Great Tit had flown in.  It escaped down the corridor, pointedly ignoring a beady-eyed onlooker and knocking over another.  It then flew up and landed on my left hand while I was still holding the camera.  Very slowly, I walked back into the room, the wee mite looking straight at me, unperturbed, until I reached the open window.  St Francis, eat your heart out!

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