DODGY CHAFFINCH AND JACK'S WEEK SO FAR

I noticed this young Chaffinch about a week ago because of its strange colouring but assumed it would start changing like the other males. However, it doesn't seem to be happening. Instead of the usual glorious burglar-like mask, this boy is sporting less colourful look. He's also extremely cautious, and flaps around the feeder a lot, very rarely landing, so most of my pictures of him involve a flurry of wings. Maybe he is in fact a she.....only time will tell:

Here's a good one of the top of his strangely pale head:

                                     

Flapping around an equally dodgy looking Blackbird:

Most of my bird photos this week seem to involve flapping wings:

Jack is settling in incredibly well and is learning about the moor from Snippet. He has stolen his bed and my socks on a regular basis. I'm learning not to leave them at his level when changing from wellies to sandals. They make a great team.

Walking up to Kestor Rocks and back is a good distance for him at the moment and OB's friends like to go up there too, so he's been finding his inner goat.

The rodent hunting and digging instinct are pretty good already.

There's a lot of sleeping too. Going.........going.........

Gone.

The holidays continue to be a social whirl for OB, with me tagging along as taxi and secretary. I managed to miss a birthday party on Wednesday as sheer weight of writing on the calendar for that day obscured the afternoon's plans. OB was NOT happy. My holidays were nothing like this; days on end of solitude and making cardboard horses and intricate cardboard stabling for them and their two dimensional riders. Until next time, here are our lovely pair of dogs, noses to the ground as they should be.