A good and bad in the feathered friends department today.
Good, was listening to a little Goldfinch singing its head off for ages whilst sat on the TV aerial this afternoon. Beautiful!
Bad, in that I found a dead chick in the pond earlier on.
Completely bald, eyes closed too, so I assume something's had him out of a nest and dropped him in the water. Anyway, I gave the little guy a dignified burial under a rose bush. RIP little fella.