Bird number two was a Robin, possibly the one I photographed the other day doing a Caruso impression. I found Enrico, if it were indeed he, in a bit of a flap. I started digging the rose bed this morning and was in and out of the shed. Enrico must have snuck in whilst I was digging and when I went for lunch he found himself trapped inside. He did not seem to learn quickly as he kept hurling himself at the glass window only to find it solid. In contrast to the rest of the shed, which is held together by Ivy. Strong girl, Ivy. If Enrico had leaned on the door it may well have opened.
To cut a short story long I circled round the back of Enrico and guided him gently to the exit. He was very grateful. Indeed I think he gave me a little Donizetti as he flew out. Just to say thank you.
And there you have it. Two birds with very different days behind them. The Sun King and The Prince of Potting Sheds.