Bird Feed

I find them mesmerising.  Simple things.  This morning I watched as my garden became a flying circus after the rain.  Full of new families.  A family of sparrows, the hungry young as plump as their parents.  A couple of not yet black blackbirds.  A juvenile robin looking like a blushing speckled sparrow.  And a flock of five long tailed tits and three or four Great ones.  A tiny wren. 

And a big ginger tom, licking his lips.