In the new front garden I put an old birdbath that came from my mam’s garden, filled it with water as is customary and waited for the birds to arrive.
Because it’s in the front, I’m less likely to catch a glimpse of regular activity, but because Meabh’s art studio looks out onto it, she’s much more likely to be on the spot.
Such was the case yesterday as the blackbirds bathed. Click/tap to view.
It was their Tuesday wash, but Wednesday Wash rolls off the tongue more easily.