Flits from branch to branch
With a cry, “Look Ma, no wings!”
Yes; Boys will be Boys!
Sitting in the garden with my morning cuppa, I listen to all the birdsong. Occasionally I see little feathered things in the tops of the trees.
This morning, I could see a tiny bird flying around the top branches of the syringa tree in the front garden. He perched for a moment, silhouetted against the sky, then flitted off elsewhere. A male Lesser Double-Collared Sunbird.
While clicking away with my camera I just happened to catch that first lucky shot; “Look Ma, No wings!”