A bad start for a baby bird

Met my lovely cousin Pip and family, from London, at her in-laws place in Littlebury near to me, where her brother in law was holding an antiques weekend sale. 

I love Pip, and though we've seen each other since, the last time I saw her children was two years ago.

A rather odd thing happened on route to the local pub for lunch... a baby bird literally fell out of it's nest right in front of one the children - a (small) friend of Pips picked it up on a piece of wood and came back down the road looking for someone 'tall' who could put it back.  Tallest amongst us was Pip's husband Dave (awarded CBE this year don't 'cha know), but still nowhere near tall enough to return the baby bird to the nest in the eves of the house.  

(Cue intense speculation on how tall short people thing tall people actually are...as tall as a house....)?

Anyway unwilling to just leave the floundering baby on the pavement - here we are, squashed onto the pavement, (all 10+ of us) getting Pip to knock on the door of the house that had the House Martin's nest in it's eves.

This photo was taken as we all realised the weirdness, & slowly backed away and left her on her own, with her very strange offering to the home owner, whom we assumed would take responsibility?

Well she did!  And said she'd get her ladder out and put it back.  Pip and I giggled all the way to the pub.  

Rushed back to play in a performance of 'Tubby the Tuba' put on by Linton Youth Music - Margo was note perfect and the absolute star of the show.