The old bird in the photos turned up today with the morning horde.
He's hurt his right foot, and can't put weight on it - walking.... how do I describe walking?
It's like a poor rendition of a slapstick sketch - it goes Step... Almost step-wince-throw wings out for support... Stop...Fold wings back... Step... Repeat entire process...
It's not an easy thing to watch.
But, in spite of it all, he got around.
Flying, on the other hand, or wing, if you prefer, ha ha, is his forte - it's as though he's been doing it for years, ha ha.
He stood on the bird bath, looked over his shoulder at where he wanted to go, and then executed a perfect sweeping arc, round and up, onto the bridge (which apparently I'd built so that he had a comfortable spot to sit in the sun and have a nap, ha ha).
The horde decided, mid afternoon, that it was time to move on, so they did.
Who turns up tomorrow is pretty much anyone's guess, ha ha.
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