Sparrows
Up very early this morning, has a lovely waste of time stock still by the kitchen window watching a flock of sparrows plucking up the courage to hop down to a dish of water I'd put out for the birds.
Eventually they did! One after the other, with me motionless looking through the window.
Then they moved onto the bird bath, and had a splash.
Probably about eight all together.
One, probably mum or dad, making all the decisions, albeit after lots of thought and weighing up the dangers.
I reckon they knew I was there, behind the glass and the Venetian blind, but as long as I kept still, they were eventually confident enough to flutter down and have a drink. Dip sip, dip sip, dip sip.