Titlings

The blue tits nesting outside my bedroom window have been excited these last few days and today was their D Day. Sadly, this wee glider was caught by the feline enemy and although rescued by human allies didn't survive the battle. Two of his wee wingmen also got caught, this time by two poultry foes. Surely that's a form of cannibalism?

Hopefully some survived and are out bug raiding as we speak. All life's dramas played out on the deck