Post House

Drawing into a favoured lay-by  for my owling, it was pure chance and my very good luck to see something flash past at speed. I suddenly saw this little blue tit flying into the gatepost hole. After she'd gone again I sneaked up and peered in, a tad frightened that if someone locked the gate they would be goners for sure. However the nest is six inches down the pipe and five little beaks leant skyward when I  peeped inside. So very cute!

The plan: drop the car window, get a longish lens, swap seats with Tilly and Poppy, pop sandbag on the ledge and wait. Bob's your uncle!

The extra is more of a close up.