Colin and Clarissa

For the avoidance of doubt, all cock pheasants are called Colin, and all female pheasants are called Clarissa. It’s just the way things are.

Lost more birdsong, and the appearance of a mirror that is destined for a Tip Run. In the meantime, Colin has issues. I won’t deny it, I feel a bit bad about that. But it’s outweighed by the amusement factor.

And there’s a new cat. An unknown unknown. There’s our three, then a few locals we recognise … and a new floof.

Robin having a drink

I love this. It’s a robin having a drink from the bird bath. Trailcam probably still a bit too close. Or, more likely, it’s angled a bit off-centre and so not focussing on the birds. I’ll tweak it tomorrow.

But the bit I love about this is the way the robin has a peck at the droplets coming straight from the hosepipe. This is still a work-in-progress, but I’m beginning to get an idea on how it might work.