I’ve had a busy few days.

The best thing to do is jump in with a photo of a fledgling chaffinch.

And here’s a picture of his dad.

I’m stuck again. Writing shound help, but life events are getting in the way. When I start, there’s a sinking feeling in my gut that stops me in my tracks. It’s stopping me from doing everything, but new sightings of birds always helps. And seeing fledglings makes me feel a little better. When I move on, I really hope that someone will feed them for me – for them. Wherever I go next, there will have to be some birds.

This is another short one, but there may not be another if I don’t wrap this up now after a whole day.