Scruffy or his boy

Last year, until about August, I was cultivating a friendship with scruffy, our local blackbird. I feared the worse, hadn't seen him for months.

Today, this chap arrived, bouncing across the garden, up on to the table, then onto the side panel of the gazebo, within an arms length of me. Quite happy to sit and have his picture taken on my phone. Then he jumped onto the wall behind me and waited till I came back out with some sultanas.

Exactly the same place I used to feed scruffy. So it's either him - I've checked the pictures I took last year and they are pretty similar, or maybe one of his offspring.

Either way, I'm so pleased.