Robin

Mr Flum was moving some of the old slabs that had been leaning against the drystone wall, minding their own business, for longer than we care to remember, in order to donate them to Miss Flum, who had a better use for them. 

The robin, clearly hoping for a few titbits to emerge from the heap of Stuff that had accumulated at the base of the slabs, perched long enough for me to grab the camera and snap a few shots through the window.

So obliging, but it preferred the seed feeder anyway.