Into the Jaws?

I have found out what all the loud Blackbird pipping has been about.
They have obviously consulted the worst Nest Real Estate Agents in Rutland.
They are rearing this young family by our sitting room window. The one where Earl Grey has been snoozing, biding her time.
I had not seen them before as they are shielded by the Jasmine and Roses. But I heard the shrill cheeping. Music to Ear Grey's hunting ears.
I thought I would have a quick look, to see how near to flight they were. Three heads shot up from the nest. They must have thought I was a parent.

I think they have a good week or ten days to go.

Earl Grey has been trotting round like a real Job's worth. Her eyes are all black and haunted by her instincts at times when she trots in. She can't wait for them to fall from the nest.

I will try to outwit her, and keep her in for a couple of days while the young fledglings get their wings working, and can be safe from this old hunter.