… snapped through our lounge window, sunning him/herself in this morning’s sunshine while contentedly chewing on yesterday’s tender morsels.
It’s the third time I’ve seen him/her this week too, but the first time I’ve done so with a camera close at hand: the first time hopping around underneath the nest box/bird table made with love, and with pride, down at Restore, on which I think s/he was feasting on some spilled berry suet otherwise ignored by our thriving (and clearly well-fed) gang of starlings; the second time when s/he scuttled off to a hidey-hole after seeing me head for the shed for more briquettes for the fire, probably to a ‘burrow’ made by me among the somewhat haphazardly ‘stacked’ and now a little overgrown concrete blocks in the background of the photo, discarded in the renovations of our home nearly two years ago. (And which also forms cover and potential nest sites for other birds, including wrens, by the way – reason enough not to tidy it up!)
All this and plenty of grass: it seems that Bunny is living the life of Riley – at least until that white-tailed eagle comes a-calling again…
In the meantime, a Happy Easter to one and all!