Part of the delight of the garden is that it often furnishes surprises: you can never quite predict what's going to be there. The other day I went out to trim a couple of errand branches from the bay tree and found a goldcrest flitting around the pond. Goldcrests, Britain's smallest bird species, are shy little things but this one was keen enough to get at the water to be relatively unbothered by my presence. Back and forth, back and forth it went, and was still loitering about long after I'd got a reasonably good photo.
Even the leucistic blackbird reappeared after an absence of a few months - I hadn't expected to see it again.
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