The one that didn't get away!

After visiting Seaforth and baiting up for a prospective whoosh net attempt next weekend, I headed the homestead, while Moxey went to fill the feeders at Crosby Hall. The furled 9m in the back garden was too hard to resist opening as the light faded away...territorial Blackbirds and Robins on the agenda....

So there I was, chatting to the The Mothership and wham......dreadlocks flying, I was out the kitchen door faster than *insert comical comment here*. I managed to get my hands round the damn thing and get it out of the net, just as Moxey comes through the door.

Here she is, the one that didn't get away!

I am happier than I look!

What a beauty!!!

Now, still grinning from ear to ear, we're off to the Ringing Group Meeting!