Singing Down the Sun

You know the moment, when you're singing your favourite song. You get to that crescendo finish and let rip, eyes closed and uncaring of who hears...

Truth to tell, I've spent almost the entire day in the garden, reading and playing table tennis (not at the same time). 

This fellow was above my head in the font garden giving it large as the afternoon sun drifted down behind the house. 

You can see he has his eye sheathed. No eyelids, see... He got first place because I've already done this robin, but the robin shot... Hmm