The man at the Bureau said there's a goodly chance there might be some rain in the afternoon...
He was right, there was... some... ha ha.
More than a sprinkle, less than enough to raise the dust...
But it was enough for someone...
Someone small, black and vivid blue...
Mister wren found himself inspired by the rain...
I watched as he hopped around the bird bath, up onto the rails beside it, then back down again...
A dozen circuits of the bird bath later... ha ha....
Being a small bird he didn't make much of an impression when he landed, having launched himself enthusiastically towards the centre of the bath...
He splashed around - "I'm having a bath and I'm enjoying it!", ha ha, then hopped out and left it to the sparrows...
In the space of not much more than a month, I'd say, he's gone from boldly standing on the fence and twittering at me to cementing his claim on the garden, and all that lies within, ha ha.
We "borrowed" a little from Elizabeth 1, at this point, ha ha - I know I have the body of small bird, but I have the heart of a King, and of a King of this garden, too...
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