Hop, hop, hop. From its hiding spot amongst the path-side stinging nettles, out popped this juvenile Song thrush. I stopped immediately but it heard my final footstep and turned to look at me. And it stared … and stared … and stared. I could almost read its thoughts: ‘What is that? Should I be worried? Can I eat it? Does it have food?’ I could see a man walking two dogs down the path towards us and was concerned for this little juvenile, still learning about danger, so, after taking a few photos, I gently approached and shepherded the bird back in to the nettles.