After the rain yesterday I set myself up in the garden hoping to get Mr (or Mrs, who knows) Coal Tit perched on/flying/to/flying from the feeder. What follows is a 2 second cacophony of a finch-fest!
It all appears calm, bar the incoming missile
Air brakes on
Reverse thrusters applied
Manoeuvring Process begun, uh-oh, disturbed one!
A bit of "grrrrr" starting
Abort Cap'n .... I need more lift....
Evacuate, evacuate..... Pull up Cap'n, I cannae Hold it...... The dilythium Crystals.......
Awwww gizza kiss
Ewww Sunflower Breath, back away!!
Further away....
Hmmm, I think I'll go over here
This looks better, and smells sweeter :o)
Prior to that there'd been a game of guess who...
Yayyy, it's Mr Contortionist-Chaffy (hyphenated of course!)
But I did manage in the end to get a couple of the Coal Tit ("Marshy"), but I think after sitting there a while there is a pair of them :o)