I felt a little sorry for this handsome male Reed bunting today.

I had put seed on the fence post tops and the littler birds – the Blue and Great tits, a Robin, a Dunnock and a Chaffinch – were all helping themselves but Mr Reed bunting just wasn’t brave enough to grab something for himself. He watched, looked all around in case of unseen dangers, watched again, hopped closer, even did a couple of fly-pasts but never quite summoned the courage to land.