There I was doing another tour of the rubbish dumps and then after a few minutes walking along a mountain bottom path a squawk and kerfuffle or three halted my perambulation ☹️.
A Blue Rock Thrush was shoving food down the wide open gob of a well grown youngster 🍼.
When no birds are expected nor desired it really is distressing 😩.
It appears that White Wagtail has bred near my hotel judging by a pr I saw in and out of a bush.
Jays and Swallows doing the rounds 😏.
