Making a right Parus Major of myself, a-flapping and a-hopping about in a vain attempt to attract something slightly more exotic, an Aquila chrysaetos or similar:something from the old-country, but no.
Perhaps I was trying way too hard. I thought it best to retire to my lurkum and turn avian-agent and spy. I waited and I waited, discounting the every day stuff:the rosy fronted Erithacus rubecula and the trusty Passer domesticus. No matter though as I was not only blessed with a fleeting visit from the off-list Garrulus glandarius ('J' for short), but our smallest avian gem making full use of the bathing facility, the darling Troglodytes troglodytes. There are worse ways to spend an hour.
http://www.wildaboutbritain.co.uk/list/birdsIgnorance is bliss, bliss is happiness, I am happy...to draw your attention to the possible connectivity in the foregoing.
