Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
|Young fulmars on the cliffs at West Wemyss|
|Parents doing the 'food run' for a young greenfinch.|
|I was asked if the birds ever used the nesting box on the garage wall. I replied in the negative. |
However a few days later all the young sparrows decided to use it as a resting place.
|This young robin actually landed at my feet at the Maybury Garden Centre.|
Even its parents seemed unconcerned by its association with me.
|"Do you like this pose?"|
|This young wheatear has been flitting around the garden for a week or so gradually metamorphosing from a fledgling to a young adult|
|Okay a fairly fluffy young adult|