Poor Mr Blackbird

He was searching, left and right - I imagine him waiting for his Mrs or the fledglings that have left. There we are - it’s life and happens to all parents. We are so grateful to still see our fledglings at least weekly. Beautiful day today, gorgeous blue skies and a gentle breeze.
I’ve got out a few prawns and started to gather bits for a quiche for tea.
Two loads of washing on the line, and now I’m just waiting patiently for Paige to come for a couple of hours - apparently we are going to play mummies and daddies ;0)