We have a daily visitor who really should have flown south by now.
He stands around looking just like a knock-kneed professor in shirt tails.
He could be here because of the fish in the pond
but there again he might fancy my rusty guardian of the veggie patch.
He blends in so well that sometimes I don't know he's there
but of course the rusty pups do
and when I let them out
there is a mad barking rush towards the pond
and a graceful flapping of wings
and off he goes.
But he's not really scared because he'll be back in ten minutes!
Love this photo of him and his neck
leaning in the same direction as wintry grey tree trunks.