I think it’s dangerous to get to possessive about wild animals, yet it can be sorely tempting. I had this last week when I tweeted with great delight that ‘we’ had fledged ‘our’ baby bullfinches.
Obviously the parents did all the actual work, but given how regularly the parents were stocking up food from our garden, especially in poorer weather, it was hard not to feel slightly responsible for the three chicks.
Anyway, one came down to the feeders which allowed me to grab a couple of pictures:
