Boids

The garden's full of birds in contrast with yesterday when the hens had it entirely to their very wet selves.

Today the sparrows are back--including, I hope, the one that brained itself on the mirror yesterday, but then successfully flew away. There's also a juvenile blackbird. He (I assume it's he since the flight feather are glossy black, not brown) has a speckled, dark brown hood, a very downy front, but adult wing and tail feathers, a real mixture. He's not quite got the hopping up onto the edges of low fences and plant pots yet. He hops up, misses and falls over. Then he hoops off to find mum, who's also hopping around the garden.

There's only one hen visible--Jack with her stunning green-tinged beetle-black back and cute red-gold jabot. Fred, presumably, has retreated into the coop for a little lay. The total eggs for the last (part) month is 10 in 14 days. All Fred's doing.