Brood Number 3

When the blackbirds moved back into the palm tree by the house they were able to move into and out 'reasonably' easily to feed the youngsters. Now onto a remarkable third brood, the summer has filled out the palm tree, and so moving back in usually involves 3 or 4 aborted attempts, with plenty of worried hovering.

Main news of the day is that I can bend the arm enough, in a weird position, and having to twist my body, but without pain, to get the viewfinder to my eye.