The rain has been a frequent companion today, and the birds have kept away from the garden in sheltered spots. At lunchtime, however, there was a break and I grabbed Mr P and the camera and went for a walk. I couldn't make my mind up about the camera at first, because of the rain, but I'm glad I was remembered of all the other times that I have missed a good photo opportunity.
The birds were also taking advantage of the break in the rain and the birdsong was truly uplifting. The usual suspects about; sparrows, starlings, pigeon, collared doves.
However, I took my small pleasures on two counts; the first is the closest I have ever been to a Buzzard (that is a live one!). As I walked past one of the old oak trees, he suddenly broke cover and flew across the field. He could only have been 3 metres away from me at the beginning and he was beautiful. After I fumbled with my camera (being totally unprepared and lost in thought!), I managed to get a few pictures.
The second small pleasure was a very bold little robin who was singing at the top of his voice, and looking very smug in the tree.