I was tramping up Maker Lane yesterday and this little fellow was giving it seven bells from his hedgerow perch; singing away, proclaiming himself to be definitely the most desirable dunnock in the area should any lady dunnocks be listening.
He was most obliging for the camera as well. I managed to get quite close before he decided he'd had enough of this large bloke with a black box creeping up on him.
Common as muck and two-a-penny, dunnocks; still beautiful, though.
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