Blackbird making me smile...

I was sitting having a pint at the Cliffs at the weekend, sitting outside in the sunshine overlooking the sea, Porth Dinllaen and the Ty Coch in the distance.

Just sitting having a pint of bitter, a micro brew called Concorde, pretty good stuff, deep and hoppy. Sitting savouring the beer and the sunshine, Gaynor with a wine and soda, Holly with a coke, badly sketching the distance as I sipped - another drawing destined for the bin, when ‘chirp’, we were joined by someone.

A young blackbird - a brave young female looking for dinner, not at all bothered by the three of us and hopping around our table close to our feet. Jumping up on the table opposite to where we sat, dancing a jig with a juicy lunchtime insect in her mouth, ‘chirp’.

I fumbled out my new camera, still fumbling set it for close action and snapped away, fifteen or twenty snaps, these the ones where I managed to catch her in total, not just foot, or head, or the empty space where she had been a moment before.

She performed her ritual for a few minutes, ‘chirp’, hopping from left to right, ‘chirp chirp’, right to left, flirting, fluttering her bird equivalent eyelashes before jumping down and scampering away into the bushes.

No fear. A privilege of the very young and those in love.