B*stard!

For days now, every morning when I do the washing up I have watched gaggles of Starlings drink, bathe and squabble over the bird bath.  Unfortunately I have never had my camera to hand to capture the complex politics of Starling personal hygiene. 

This morning I prepared myself.  I had the camera ready, I had a ton of washing up sitting in the sink, all I had to do was wait....

And fucking wait.  FOREVER.  Nothing.  Then this lone Starling turned up and I got all excited.  I was about to finally realise my dream of taking a not shit bird photograph.  He sat there a while, observing.  Dipped his beak and had a drink, then fucked off... the little bastard.