The garden is full of birdlife at present, always at least half a dozen fledglings of one species or another in our tennis court-sized plot of suburbia. Some looking rather sorry for themselves, like this House Sparrow, poor little fella, I'm sure a parent bird was looking over him. Out there with him was a small gang of Blackbird fledglings almost ready to disband, one young Song Thrush which I'm very pleased to see, Starlings and around the forsythia a brood of Blue Tits zip and zoom.
Yes, it's truly delightful to return home to all this activity.
As for holiday birding up on the East Yorkshire coast, expect several picture posts soon.