MISTER B.

He's trying to attract a mate to his desirable fig-tree property in the neighbour's garden by sitting on the fence and singing at the top of his voice for half the day. He's getting more tolerant of me and my camera, but I expect that will change when he's protecting a nest and babies. I've blipped him before, and I worry that his tameness might lead to his downfall at the paws of the local cats.

Check me out, ladies!